Patagonia Video (MV)

Uhn
All I ever wanted was the clout
We were trappin' out of prep school
Taking meals to the boarding house

Caviar spilling on the sofa
Clean the stains with some club soda
Boathouse out in Sarasota
ISB for IB diplomas

Collserola out in Barcelona
Pussy on my boat, I feel like Noah
Bitches on my boat, I feel like Noah
Chauffeur chauffeur chauffeur chauffeur chauffeur

All my niggers wearing Patagonia
I ain't write this shit it probly sucks
They know I don't care about the bands
Please don't make me have to count it up

We're just in it for the yachts
We're just in it for the penthouse
New thot I call Harambe
She know how to bring the dicks out

I've got so much Patagonia on me
I don't wear that Supreme shit
Flight to Paris with my f*ckin' army
Sauce on us like a picnic

Please don't talk about the cars, ho
My grandpa had twelve Jags
Race cars with the checkered flags
Shoes chunky like a white dad

Hired hits on all my enemies
Get their ass when they least expect it
How the f*ck you gonna tie it to me?
Golden Fleece, I tell 'em tie it on me

You've got seventeen Polo shirts
I've got seventeen polo ponies
Whole squad full of Israelites
Shout goes out to all of my Shalomies

I ain't really with the shits
Hittas with me like a dugout
New girl got some lips
Best believe she's gettin' dug out

Chauffeur, chauffeur, chauffeur, chauffeur, chauffeur
All my niggers got on Patagonia
All my bitches doing model poses
All my bitches live in California

Yeah I'm all over SoCal
Shout my family on the East Side
Ex texting me from rehab
She ain't popped a xan since Peep died

Bitch I grew up at the country club
Mitchellville and we were on a mission
Splittin' up our Adderall prescriptions
Crack an opp, then go play some cricket

I was really out in U.P
I was really out in College Heights
Had a couple hundred shirts made
Couldn't sell 'em 'cuz of copyrights

Squa-squa got on Patagonia
Elsa wrist, 'cuz it's hella frozen
Spent your month on organic groceries
Spent your year on these f*ckin' loafers

And I'm all over NorCal
Shout my family on the East Side
Ex texting me from rehab
She ain't popped a xan since Peep died