Lyrics
Sippin' Luc Belaire
Smokin' on this high tolerance
Nothin' but the finest flowers
(Please believe it) yeah (oh my, prove it baby) yeah
(Maybach Music)
Never look at pussy from a bitch's point of view
It's us against the world
You got me in your corner, boo
I'm gettin' money
I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter
So she bought the Maserati
Apartment in the city, rule one
I'm in the city
I ain't gotta tweet it all
My niggas know I'm with it
Car show king, cop
Those things (king things)
Her Gucci bag tote
That's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state
Gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy
High heels mean
Airplanes loaded
Valet the Lotus (ooh-ooh)
In the pool notice
Yeah, that nigga roguish (ooh)
Balenciaga smell, LV totes (totes)
Donald Trump taps
Smell Kilos (woo, you see it?)
Giuliani next, Renzel wrote it
HT grow it, or I won't smoke it (nigga)
LV luggage, shorty so rugged (biggest)
Concealed weapon permit
'cause she know I'm thuggin' (yes)
Watch my back, '
Cause you know I got yours (I got you)
Collins Ave shoppin', how we moppin'
Them stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed), I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full-time masseuse (I got it)
Banker wear suits (I got it)
Money like Maloofs (I got it)
Milly on my neck, got lil'
Shorty out her body (Rahmeek)
Met her in Atlanta, but I fucked in Abu Dhabi (Rahmeek)
Bully in the driveway, choppas in the lobby
Stretchin' out some baddies
Like I signed up for palates
Doin' karate in a Lamb' chop
My son like three, and he keep askin' '
Bout his grand pop
Leave it up to me, I'll be SP with all these damn shots
Dead opps, red dots, givin' out headshots
And I fear not, deep in them trenches
Hold my head high (bang)
And me and my niggas don't beef '
Bout bitches, 'cause we share thots (bang)
And a lot of shit don't be my business
But I hear a lot
My youngin' killed my other youngin
I'm in a weird spot (ooh)
These niggas tryna be on the 'Gram
They ain't tryna share a cot
I came up trappin', sellin'
Grams, but now I share stocks (nigga)
I'm from the bottom, if that's my man
Shit, I'll share a watch
I'll share a chain, 'cause that's the life
Forget we wasn't lit
We used to share flings (we did it, we did it)
She gon' give me toppy in the Maybach to the airplane (huh)
If she do it sloppy
Get a AP and some earrings
Jewelry be so loud, you come around me
Prolly hear things
We caught them same cases niggas caught
Never said things (never)
Mansion with the pool
I ain't never swim (woo, nigga)
Sold Ross the mansion in the A
I never been (fact)
Buttons on the tools, fuck 'em
Let 'em spin (woo)
Mama told me
"If you go to war, you better win, " whoa
LV luggage, shorty so rugged (uh, what?)
Heavy Fashion Nova
I'm so gutta (nigga)
Vegas for the fights
Heavy on the ice (fights, ice)
All the flights chartered and we rollin' dice
Ménages in the pool
The pool on the roof (roof)
I hit her in my Nikes like your boy was playin'
Hoops
Double M a cult
Seated on Revolt (revolt)
Diddy by my side
I got shooters and they scopes
Such a paradox comin'
From one pair of socks
Lesson number one is that
You never call the cops (uh)
Somebody gotta bleed
Somebody wipe they eyes (bleed, eyes)
You never cry out loud
Some things you keep inside (never, yes)
Some things you keep inside
Some things you keep inside (uh, boss)
(Maybach music) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Smokin' on this high tolerance
Nothin' but the finest flowers
(Please believe it) yeah (oh my, prove it baby) yeah
(Maybach Music)
Never look at pussy from a bitch's point of view
It's us against the world
You got me in your corner, boo
I'm gettin' money
I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter
So she bought the Maserati
Apartment in the city, rule one
I'm in the city
I ain't gotta tweet it all
My niggas know I'm with it
Car show king, cop
Those things (king things)
Her Gucci bag tote
That's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state
Gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy
High heels mean
Airplanes loaded
Valet the Lotus (ooh-ooh)
In the pool notice
Yeah, that nigga roguish (ooh)
Balenciaga smell, LV totes (totes)
Donald Trump taps
Smell Kilos (woo, you see it?)
Giuliani next, Renzel wrote it
HT grow it, or I won't smoke it (nigga)
LV luggage, shorty so rugged (biggest)
Concealed weapon permit
'cause she know I'm thuggin' (yes)
Watch my back, '
Cause you know I got yours (I got you)
Collins Ave shoppin', how we moppin'
Them stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed), I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full-time masseuse (I got it)
Banker wear suits (I got it)
Money like Maloofs (I got it)
Milly on my neck, got lil'
Shorty out her body (Rahmeek)
Met her in Atlanta, but I fucked in Abu Dhabi (Rahmeek)
Bully in the driveway, choppas in the lobby
Stretchin' out some baddies
Like I signed up for palates
Doin' karate in a Lamb' chop
My son like three, and he keep askin' '
Bout his grand pop
Leave it up to me, I'll be SP with all these damn shots
Dead opps, red dots, givin' out headshots
And I fear not, deep in them trenches
Hold my head high (bang)
And me and my niggas don't beef '
Bout bitches, 'cause we share thots (bang)
And a lot of shit don't be my business
But I hear a lot
My youngin' killed my other youngin
I'm in a weird spot (ooh)
These niggas tryna be on the 'Gram
They ain't tryna share a cot
I came up trappin', sellin'
Grams, but now I share stocks (nigga)
I'm from the bottom, if that's my man
Shit, I'll share a watch
I'll share a chain, 'cause that's the life
Forget we wasn't lit
We used to share flings (we did it, we did it)
She gon' give me toppy in the Maybach to the airplane (huh)
If she do it sloppy
Get a AP and some earrings
Jewelry be so loud, you come around me
Prolly hear things
We caught them same cases niggas caught
Never said things (never)
Mansion with the pool
I ain't never swim (woo, nigga)
Sold Ross the mansion in the A
I never been (fact)
Buttons on the tools, fuck 'em
Let 'em spin (woo)
Mama told me
"If you go to war, you better win, " whoa
LV luggage, shorty so rugged (uh, what?)
Heavy Fashion Nova
I'm so gutta (nigga)
Vegas for the fights
Heavy on the ice (fights, ice)
All the flights chartered and we rollin' dice
Ménages in the pool
The pool on the roof (roof)
I hit her in my Nikes like your boy was playin'
Hoops
Double M a cult
Seated on Revolt (revolt)
Diddy by my side
I got shooters and they scopes
Such a paradox comin'
From one pair of socks
Lesson number one is that
You never call the cops (uh)
Somebody gotta bleed
Somebody wipe they eyes (bleed, eyes)
You never cry out loud
Some things you keep inside (never, yes)
Some things you keep inside
Some things you keep inside (uh, boss)
(Maybach music) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)