Trapped to the faith woah
Married to the bank woah
Bad bitch with a bankroll
Don't blame me if I go missing
Comme de and Helmut Lang
Bread is all that's in my head now
Gotta lay down I'm jet lagged
Got too high I really lagged
And I been seen you all alone now
I'm a long way from my home
Back to the face woah
First in the race woah
Bad bitch cut the chase woah
I could see it in your face
Nigga pump fake woah
This my intermission
I ain't never ever had to fake
Hoe she want me to buy hur Bape
Celine and Cartier
When I step out I'm in all CC's
Double M it smell like the sea
I like the Chrome and Vivi's
I love the hoe its killing me
When I shut my eyes she's all I see
I'm taking hur seriously
But she knows she shouldn't be up on me
She's wearing my chains it's new to me
She's know I could get hur some jewelry
Baguettes on my neck only
You know that no hoe can be fooling me
Trapped to the faith woah
Married to the bank woah
Bad bitch with a bankroll
Don't blame me if I go missing
Comme de and Helmut Lang
Bread is all that's in my head now
Gotta lay down I'm jet lagged
Got too high I really lagged
And I been seen you all alone now
I'm a long way from my home
Back to the face woah
First in the race woah
Bad bitch cut the chase woah
I could see it in your face
Okay