Record Boy - Penthouse, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Let it ride Imma catch it
Walking 'round in designer
She say she f*ck with my stylist
Already knowing it's me
Who else would it be
I got some money on me
I got some hunnids on me
Walking 'round in designer
She say she f*ck with my stylist
Already knowing it's me
Who else would it be
I got some money on me
I got some hunnids on me
She said she smoke and that's cool to me
75 thousand to soak her in jewelry
Talk 'bout a ring and that's where you were losing me
You cannot cuff me so why are you suing me
Why are you suing, why are you suing me
You cannot cuff me so why you are suing me
Talk 'bout a ring and that's where you are losing me
75 thousand to
I can't be cuffed right now why you pursuing me
Brought this together, I took it up beautifully
Ain't talking money then you ain't amusing me
You talking money then that shit ain't news to me
I got new money but this shit ain't new to me
Yeah we go crazy I think I'm a lunatic
I can get wavy I'm cool with these hooligans
I cannot f*ck with you if you ain't doing it
Drop on her tongue, that bitch go dumb off the drug
Baby come chase a lil bag with me
Get what you want, me I'm just tryna have fun
Baby how can you be mad at me
She fell in love, I fell in love with the drugs
I think it's fate, yeah it had to be
In my fazos, I got a zip of diesel
I'm breathing hard like an athlete (Just like a)
Like a mathalete, baby come chase a lil bag with me
Baby how can you be mad at me
I think it's fate, yeah it had to be
Damn, all of this cash must have gravity
All of these bitches attract to me
Baby come chase a lil bag with me
I think it's fate, yeah it had to be