Lyrics

Lil' bitch, are you geekin'? I'm in this penthouse on top of the world (Trace-O) Just copped a Rolls and it came with a girl (vroom) Just copped a Rollie in Paris, It came with baguettes And the face was a mother of pearl (bling blaow) I'm at the Clearport, it's Runtz to the face (huh) Feels like this Wockhardt is laced (laced) We buy tequila in crates and tell girls bring their mates Now they're wet 'cause I came in with Nafe (haha) I don't keep jewelry or cash in my safe (nope) Just a —, but that whole ting is bait (bait) I came in Marni, I'm twinned with a chick, looked likе Cardi Could say that we're fashionably late (Cardi) Hе got signed for what I make a day And he gotta pay back what I make in a month (how?) I'm out in Soho with models from Chelsea They run it up quick like Mykhailo up front (vroom) Facing my demons and facin' my blunts (huh) Walk into Rosewood and order the usual (yeah) Love when an ex tries to spin that shit beautiful (ha) When their funds low and they're lost, they know who to call (brr) They never seen Archive Rick, I'm unusual (ha) Brands tryna throw me their bag 'cause I'm suitable Babe, go remove that fake arse, it don't move at all (please) Let's make it cool to have BBL funerals (grrah, grrah) Lil' bitch, are you geekin'? High in the bag like I smuggled the trees in (glee) All of the diamonds in my ting freezin' We gettin' money, you stay gettin' even (gone) Lookin' inside of the Dweller, we stonin' forever I live in the deep end Crushin' the molly, I'm geekin' She goin' sick with the top, she peakin' (let's go) I'm closin' up shop for the night, I gotta count up the pesos (gone) Cali strain squintin' up my eyes So I can't see shit when I take off (smoke) Black Edition, pull it out the drive I whip the block like a straight job (skrrt) You don't wanna step over the line 'Cause you know that line gettin' taped off (It's gone, gone) A million links, huh, Sicilian minx That head way too good, I can hear what she thinks I'm off the drugs, she callin' me Chinx I stay in the bag, it's oversized (gone) Weed in the party, you know the vibe Soon as I started, ain't no decline I just fell out the sky Lil' bitch, are you geekin'? High in the bag like I smuggled the trees in (glee) All of the diamonds in my ting freezin' We gettin' money, you stay gettin' even (gone) Lookin' inside of the Dweller, we stonin' forever I live in the deep end Crushin' the molly, I'm geekin' She goin' sick with the top, she peakin' (let's go) If she with us, then she peak (she's peak) It sounds like cash when I speak (when I'm speakin') If she get bored of her jewels (then?) I put diamonds on her feet (facts) You niggas payin' for V (why?) I guess it just isn't me (never) She threw that cat like abuse (meow) Could say that I'm pushin' P (ha) I stack the breesh, I've been pilin' it up (pilin' it) And this game is a bitch, I been rilin' it up (rilin' it) Bust in my watch, got no time in it (time in it) You been makin' the most of your time, but it's up Girls put their phone onto aeroplane (aeroplane) Aeroplane mode when I slide in the club They try fly to the crib, spend some time in the tub I was losin', I put in that grind for the dub Lil' bitch, are you geekin'? High in the bag like I smuggled the trees in (glee) All of the diamonds in my ting freezin' We gettin' money, you stay gettin' even (gone) Lookin' inside of the Dweller, we stonin' forever I live in the deep end Crushin' the molly, I'm geekin' She goin' sick with the top, she peakin' (let's go)
Writer(s): Jacob Daniel Jones, Grant Che Wolton, Taras Slusarenko, Nathan Isaac Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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