Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Keep a couple bands in my pillow
Fucking up my plans, I go rid off again
Smoke hits nice from the window
I need that
[PreChorus]
Left me in a mess at the wrong time
Bullets to my chest, are you done now?
Are you still not gonna pay for your drinks?
You're not the fucking man that you think
[Chorus]
But I forgot to tell you that I do like that Gabbana, steakhouse, truffle, and lasagna
I like Fendi, I like Prada, couldn't tell you what I don't like
Dinners in Havana, Bud Lights, bitches, booze, and dollars
Buss it down with my señores 'cause I do it for the thrill, right?
[PostChorus]
Pretty things
Spotlight
Dollar dreams
Lost sight, I like
Pretty things
Spotlight
Dollar dreams, that's what I like
[Verse 2]
I just bust the case, bet you wish you coulda paid up
Talk like this, I'm full of it, you can answer to me later
What it feel like fucking with a player?
What it feel like?
[PreChorus]
Left me in a mess at the wrong time
Bullets to my chest, are you done now?
Are you still not gonna pay for your drinks?
You're not the fucking man that you think
[Chorus]
But I forgot to tell you that I do like that Gabbana, steakhouse, truffle, and lasagna
I like Fendi, I like Prada, couldn't tell you what I don't like
Dinners in Havana, Bud Lights, bitches, booze, and dollars
Buss it down with my señores 'cause I do it for the thrill, right?
[PostChorus]
Pretty things
Spotlight
Dollar dreams
Lost sight, I like
Pretty things
Spotlight
Dollar dreams, that's what I like
[Outro]
Do like that Gabbana, steakhouse, truffle, and lasagna
I like Fendi, I like Prada, I like Prada, I like Fendi
I like dinners in Havana, Bud Lights, bitches, booze, and dollars
Buss it down with my señores, buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Written by: Billy Walsh, Claudia Valentina, Isabelle Zikai Gbotto Carlsson, Lennard Oestmann
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