Manicures on Board

Takashi Murakami Louis duffel

Girl I truly loved you, thats till you broke my heart that's cupid shuffle

I'm buggin' cause I could've fucked your friend instead

Girl I'm ballin' I even gave you that nutmeg

Crazy, but good riddance

I nutted in mouths I should've pissed in

Wrist on Sonny Liston

Margiela tux on this day of Christmas

Only hard dick is what my bitch is getting

Valentino summers all my Jeeps is Hummers

Fred designing on my sheets and covers when I sleep with women

Don't invite me over to your pity party switch the Cartis to the Gaultiers

My boat is at the Chelsea Pier, girl this happens every year

It's very clear You only want me for them new Bottegas bought you every pair

Got them diamonds on me looking like a chandelier

I call my piece to David Blaine and make him disappear

Grrrrrrrrttttt

Balling like the Harlem Globe, I'm in the Hall of Fame

Took the bitch to Starbucks cause I forgot her name

Turnin' up my hustles, how I give myself a raise

Got the perfect aim, they think it's luck I did it again

Cruising off into the sunrise, in a Porsche 911 with the bug eyes

New Prada lenses, you can't see a thug cry

My favorite rapper overdosed because his buzz died

I learned my lesson, fans ain't gon' love you forever, man they all gon' exit

Ain't nothing worse than being famous, broke on IG flexing

You know what we call that shit, silent depression

Yeah, and I'm doing what I'm supposed to

Say she bisexual, well, girl, I'm bicoastal

Stuntin' on the gram like, always on your socials

Say she got a man, but he don't ever post you

Haha, how you say you got a man but he don't post you?

I turned Times Square into my living room

Billboards everywhere, look like a photo booth

Like Joe Pesci in Home Alone with the golden tooth

I wanted a big crib with the swimming pool

My son a shooter like Carmelo

Cayenne the Porsche, the exterior marshmallow

A harsh fellow, as I dodge devils, I'm God-level

Gemstones in my tombstone, Imma die rebel

New Bottega fabric, she love lyin', so I copped the mattress

Acting like she love me, but she a bad actress

Me and Gash go way back, since high school mathematics

Who would've thought we'd drop class to drop classics

On a 747 on our way to Paris

Carry-ons only, girl, you weigh too much baggage

Manicures on board, diamonds in my glasses

Watching Godfather Carlo crying and we laughing

Yeah, we laughing, plane touchdown, go shopping

and I Raf it, Rockstar, Rolling Stone, watch me Mick Jag it

Back to Arizona, 200 in an Aston

Got 50 on the wrist, 100 on my neck

That's your whole whip, that painting on my wall That's your whole crib, I just bought

a yacht on the toilet I'm the shit

Come on, man