Having brunch at primanti's, throw yo panties on the stage
I'm just livin in a trance
Send my Grammies to my mama crib
Never hooped organized, f*ck it a nigga rappin, shit
Chillin by the chimney, flame my joint up with the firewood
Invest it in some stock & buy the block, they call me Robin Hood
Coasting thru my city like a ghost, niggas can't see me fool
F-5 a nigga off the roof, adjust his attitude
My bitch got an attitude
Go fetch me my wallet & shop till you drop you f*cking with my aura boo
Plants all round the crib, burning flowers in a raw cone
Sippin lemon water watching Iron Mike get it on, lounging, you niggas is flounders
Bitch ima great white, sippin white wine & getting oral what a great night
My bitch got no morals, but i love her cuz that pussy tight
Gran Turismo, bumpin disco
Crème brûlée up out the bistro, got yo bitch stoked
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Having brunch at primanti's, throw yo panties on the stage
I'm just livin in a trance
Send my Grammies to my mama crib
Never hooped organized, f*ck it a nigga rappin, shit
Chillin by the chimney, flame my joint up with the firewood
Invest it in some stock & buy the block, they call me Robin Hood
Coasting thru my city like a ghost, niggas can't see me fool
F-5 a nigga off the roof, adjust his attitude
My bitch got an attitude
Go fetch me my wallet & shop till you drop you f*cking with my aura boo
Plants all round the crib, burning flowers in a raw cone
Sippin lemon water watching Iron Mike get it on, lounging, you niggas is flounders
Bitch ima great white, sippin white wine & getting oral what a great night
My bitch got no morals, but i love her cuz that pussy tight
Gran Turismo, bumpin disco
Crème brûlée up out the bistro, got yo bitch stoked
I'm just livin in a trance
Send my Grammies to my mama crib
Never hooped organized, f*ck it a nigga rappin, shit
Chillin by the chimney, flame my joint up with the firewood
Invest it in some stock & buy the block, they call me Robin Hood
Coasting thru my city like a ghost, niggas can't see me fool
F-5 a nigga off the roof, adjust his attitude
My bitch got an attitude
Go fetch me my wallet & shop till you drop you f*cking with my aura boo
Plants all round the crib, burning flowers in a raw cone
Sippin lemon water watching Iron Mike get it on, lounging, you niggas is flounders
Bitch ima great white, sippin white wine & getting oral what a great night
My bitch got no morals, but i love her cuz that pussy tight
Gran Turismo, bumpin disco
Crème brûlée up out the bistro, got yo bitch stoked
Writer: Marcus Spence
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