Brand New!

I got on that bright yellow Casentino

A little ice in the Casamigos

A little thot we got in these sheets, though

A little pop in my Aimé Leon Dore

Get it, uh

I do what I want, when I want, where I want it, uh

I'ma be a flaunt 'cause a bitch won't cut it, uh

I'ma be the don that don that '01 Vuitton

And 2-3 Lebron at 400 degrees

I'm so toasty, can we get a toast please?

Bump oldies only since '03

This the holy smoke, it's no smoke screen

Hopin' I overdose and go ghost please

I go, "Fee-fo," with the, "Fum"

Y'all just no fun, you bitches be hum-drum

That is not a Perc, you posin' with three Tums

That was your girl? Just hit the rectum

Like, whoa

Hit that Million and then I'll be ready to go

Yeah, I'm still a youngin' but the money gon' be old

I be turnin' nothin' into something

Bet they bet I would be bluffin'

Now the brand is more than worth its weight in gold

This is not Dior, it's Aimé Leon to the toes

I just can't afford to be the reason we don't blow

Maybe it'll rain or even snow

I know the seasons come and go

But when it's warm, you bet I'm keepin' on the coat

Bright yellow Casentino

Little ice in the Casamigos

Little thot we got in these sheets, though

Little pop in my Aimé Leon Dore

Get it, uh

Bright yellow Casentino

Little ice in the Casamigos

Little thot we got in these sheets, though

Little pop in my Aimé Leon Dore, uh