Got so many options
Bottega Veneta
Already know where I'm goin
Pulled her like it's nothing
Lotta white girls, yea the weather here been snowin
Damn I got it jumping
Off the gas
And this beat it got me floatin
Tell them that we coming
Smack that boy up
Then I got his bitch over here soakin
Paintings on the walls
I funded my own gallery
Even though I'm younger they pray for my salary
Shorts came from Palm Angels on the front it's not discreet
Trust me I got looks that came with time like a physique
Saw shit like this coming
Cause I knew you was a tweak
I like going shopping we go out three times a week
Stay cause you stay watching but I'd get some better seats
Homies with the plug, I been there when he reup
Up, up
(Up) I be going dumb, I'm not done
Tell me where you from
Girl lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Got so many options
Bottega Veneta
Already know where I'm goin
Pulled her like it's nothing
Lotta white girls, yea the weather here been snowin
Damn I got it jumping
Off the gas
And this beat it got me floatin
Tell them that we coming
Smack that boy up
Then I got his bitch over here soakin
F*cking up checks
Still get direct deposit
Bad lil bitch
Could fit her in my pocket
Spending all day, feel like I got rewarded
She listen to me like I became her prophet
Oh they falling over, all these bitches way too drunken
I don't do connecting flights
I went straight up to London
Bringing my own gas when I go pull up to the function
Tell me why yo ugly lady face looking so sunken?
I f*cked on a platinum blonde
She told me she love munchin
Yeah I'm really bout it
While these pussies out here folding
I'm not really sorry
I just like pushing your buttons
Punched that boy so hard
I swear I gave him a concussion
You mean nothing to me
N-nothing to me
I f*ck it up
I'm on a spree
I f*ck it up
Now they want peace
I f*ck it up, she say I'm a beast
Mercedes key
This one the Jeep
I'm too elite
She got the sand on her feet
I went out to Greece
(Yeah)
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Got so many options
Bottega Veneta
Already know where I'm goin
Pulled her like it's nothing
Lotta white girls, yea the weather here been snowin
Damn I got it jumping
Off the gas
And this beat it got me floatin
Tell them that we coming
Smack that boy up
Then I got his bitch over here soakin
Paintings on the walls
I funded my own gallery
Even though I'm younger they pray for my salary
Shorts came from Palm Angels on the front it's not discreet
Trust me I got looks that came with time like a physique
Saw shit like this coming
Cause I knew you was a tweak
I like going shopping we go out three times a week
Stay cause you stay watching but I'd get some better seats
Homies with the plug, I been there when he reup
Up, up
(Up) I be going dumb, I'm not done
Tell me where you from
Girl lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Got so many options
Bottega Veneta
Already know where I'm goin
Pulled her like it's nothing
Lotta white girls, yea the weather here been snowin
Damn I got it jumping
Off the gas
And this beat it got me floatin
Tell them that we coming
Smack that boy up
Then I got his bitch over here soakin
F*cking up checks
Still get direct deposit
Bad lil bitch
Could fit her in my pocket
Spending all day, feel like I got rewarded
She listen to me like I became her prophet
Oh they falling over, all these bitches way too drunken
I don't do connecting flights
I went straight up to London
Bringing my own gas when I go pull up to the function
Tell me why yo ugly lady face looking so sunken?
I f*cked on a platinum blonde
She told me she love munchin
Yeah I'm really bout it
While these pussies out here folding
I'm not really sorry
I just like pushing your buttons
Punched that boy so hard
I swear I gave him a concussion
You mean nothing to me
N-nothing to me
I f*ck it up
I'm on a spree
I f*ck it up
Now they want peace
I f*ck it up, she say I'm a beast
Mercedes key
This one the Jeep
I'm too elite
She got the sand on her feet
I went out to Greece
(Yeah)
Bottega Veneta
Already know where I'm goin
Pulled her like it's nothing
Lotta white girls, yea the weather here been snowin
Damn I got it jumping
Off the gas
And this beat it got me floatin
Tell them that we coming
Smack that boy up
Then I got his bitch over here soakin
Paintings on the walls
I funded my own gallery
Even though I'm younger they pray for my salary
Shorts came from Palm Angels on the front it's not discreet
Trust me I got looks that came with time like a physique
Saw shit like this coming
Cause I knew you was a tweak
I like going shopping we go out three times a week
Stay cause you stay watching but I'd get some better seats
Homies with the plug, I been there when he reup
Up, up
(Up) I be going dumb, I'm not done
Tell me where you from
Girl lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Lemme see you shake sum
Got so many options
Bottega Veneta
Already know where I'm goin
Pulled her like it's nothing
Lotta white girls, yea the weather here been snowin
Damn I got it jumping
Off the gas
And this beat it got me floatin
Tell them that we coming
Smack that boy up
Then I got his bitch over here soakin
F*cking up checks
Still get direct deposit
Bad lil bitch
Could fit her in my pocket
Spending all day, feel like I got rewarded
She listen to me like I became her prophet
Oh they falling over, all these bitches way too drunken
I don't do connecting flights
I went straight up to London
Bringing my own gas when I go pull up to the function
Tell me why yo ugly lady face looking so sunken?
I f*cked on a platinum blonde
She told me she love munchin
Yeah I'm really bout it
While these pussies out here folding
I'm not really sorry
I just like pushing your buttons
Punched that boy so hard
I swear I gave him a concussion
You mean nothing to me
N-nothing to me
I f*ck it up
I'm on a spree
I f*ck it up
Now they want peace
I f*ck it up, she say I'm a beast
Mercedes key
This one the Jeep
I'm too elite
She got the sand on her feet
I went out to Greece
(Yeah)
Writer: Sebastian Baracaldo
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