She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits
Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy
Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new 'Rari
Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea
Without yo wallet
Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush)
White tank top no beater
Brand new whip two seater
And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her
M's in my jeans four pockets
Circle tight as hell zip lock it
Bad bitches with me lip locking
Gas smell like pressure, no rocket
Hold up, cash app money for the feature, 200 bands just to hear me on yo speaker
Damn. Twin so hot, like Reefa, Queen Latifah, and Alicia
Twin talk to em like a preacher, just sit quiet, listen to the leader
All on my dick like a bleacher, and you a cheerleader, waiting like a meter
In the QT parking lot posing for a picture (yeah)
Then posting my lyrics like a scripture
Them pockets slim thick I made em thicker
And my wrist too cold, I made it sicker
Internet tab on private
Put that mf on autopilot
Brand new bike come ride it
Come take my money like a pirate
She want that new Celine
Auind plenty green
Yeah, yeah
I want that fast machine
That crash between
Yeah, yeah
Make up like Maybelline, when I get on the scene
Yeah, yeah
Gon bounce like a trampoline
Hope they don't intervene
Yeah, yeah
She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits
Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy
Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new Rarri
Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea
Without yo wallet
Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush)
White tank top no beater
Brand new whip two seater
And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her
M's in my jeans four pockets
Circle tight as hell zip lock it
Bad bitches with me lip locking
Gas smell like pressure, no rocket
Imma famous lil nobody
I don't take shit from nobody
Go down in the DM like yo Gotti
If he can't fuck she a hoe prolly
Gotta stop talking to them lame niggas
Them niggas wanna chase fame witcha
Them niggas don't make the same figures
Them niggas only hold change in pictures
Can't talk shit from the back of the room
Nigga we laughing at you
Nigga asked me for a picture or two
Nigga, Ian flicking with you
I set trends and them niggas won't admit it
That was back when I was rapping on that Venice
Diamonds on my neck, shit bouncing like a tennis
Talking on my head but I couldn’t let em finish
She want that new Celine
And plenty green
Yeah, yeah
I want that fast machine
That crash between
Yeah, yeah
Make up like Maybelline, when I get on the scene
Yeah, yeah
Gon bounce like a trampoline
Hope they don't intervene
Yeah, yeah
She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits
Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy
Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new 'Rari
Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea
Without yo wallet
Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush)
White tank top no beater
Brand new whip two seater
And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her
M's in my jeans four pockets
Circle tight as hell zip lock it
Bad bitches with me lip locking
Gas smell like pressure, no rocket
Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy
Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new 'Rari
Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea
Without yo wallet
Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush)
White tank top no beater
Brand new whip two seater
And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her
M's in my jeans four pockets
Circle tight as hell zip lock it
Bad bitches with me lip locking
Gas smell like pressure, no rocket
Hold up, cash app money for the feature, 200 bands just to hear me on yo speaker
Damn. Twin so hot, like Reefa, Queen Latifah, and Alicia
Twin talk to em like a preacher, just sit quiet, listen to the leader
All on my dick like a bleacher, and you a cheerleader, waiting like a meter
In the QT parking lot posing for a picture (yeah)
Then posting my lyrics like a scripture
Them pockets slim thick I made em thicker
And my wrist too cold, I made it sicker
Internet tab on private
Put that mf on autopilot
Brand new bike come ride it
Come take my money like a pirate
She want that new Celine
Auind plenty green
Yeah, yeah
I want that fast machine
That crash between
Yeah, yeah
Make up like Maybelline, when I get on the scene
Yeah, yeah
Gon bounce like a trampoline
Hope they don't intervene
Yeah, yeah
She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits
Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy
Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new Rarri
Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea
Without yo wallet
Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush)
White tank top no beater
Brand new whip two seater
And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her
M's in my jeans four pockets
Circle tight as hell zip lock it
Bad bitches with me lip locking
Gas smell like pressure, no rocket
Imma famous lil nobody
I don't take shit from nobody
Go down in the DM like yo Gotti
If he can't fuck she a hoe prolly
Gotta stop talking to them lame niggas
Them niggas wanna chase fame witcha
Them niggas don't make the same figures
Them niggas only hold change in pictures
Can't talk shit from the back of the room
Nigga we laughing at you
Nigga asked me for a picture or two
Nigga, Ian flicking with you
I set trends and them niggas won't admit it
That was back when I was rapping on that Venice
Diamonds on my neck, shit bouncing like a tennis
Talking on my head but I couldn’t let em finish
She want that new Celine
And plenty green
Yeah, yeah
I want that fast machine
That crash between
Yeah, yeah
Make up like Maybelline, when I get on the scene
Yeah, yeah
Gon bounce like a trampoline
Hope they don't intervene
Yeah, yeah
She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits
Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy
Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new 'Rari
Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea
Without yo wallet
Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush)
White tank top no beater
Brand new whip two seater
And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her
M's in my jeans four pockets
Circle tight as hell zip lock it
Bad bitches with me lip locking
Gas smell like pressure, no rocket
( T.W.I.N. (ATL) )
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