Moschino Jones - TOMAHAWKTUAH (feat. prod.myles) Lyrics

Jones, where you going?
I'm going to the moon
I'm geeked up like Fabo, put needles to spoons
My lifestyle crazy
Need cameras with zoom
Need flash on that bitch, when I walk in the room
They choose me
They choose me
My aura is cool
Real ass nigga from the womb to the tomb
I ain't' worried bout a bill, I got pape
Drinking Japanese whisky eating Tomahawk steak
Japanese whisky
Tomahawk steak
Ikea China
Hermes plate
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
Japanese whisky
Tomahawk steak
Ikea China
Hermes plate
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
If balling is a crime
Then lock my ass up
Told her I ain't had time, but she wanted me to f*ck
Ooooh
They get choosy for a nigga wearing Buffs
I keep a Glock in case a nigga act up
I'm keeping some Frankies
Got diamonds on top of my pinky
These bitches don't f*ck me, they rape me
I tell them to stop, but they crazy
Yelling, please don't do it
But they love me too much
Tables turnin'
They get to runnin'
I'm in they stomach too much
Japanese whisky
Tomahawk steak
Ikea China
Hermes plate
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
Japanese whisky
Tomahawk steak
Ikea China
Hermes plate
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape
I ain't worried bout a bill, nigga, I got pape