Smoking

If rap don’t sell, it’s back to hitting cells
New chinchillas, I fuck with fairytales
Hair on point, makeup done very well
(It's me and you up in the stars, baby)
I might pull up in that rover, rover
Drive it like it’s stolen, stolen
She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up
Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking
I might pull up in that rover, rover
Driving like it’s stolen, stolen
She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up
Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking
I’m dressed head to toe in Jordan
Your pussy game is awesome
Money fallin' like it’s autumn
The weed I’m smoking is imported
Treat you like my lawyer, so important
They think I’m crazy the way I fuck up the Porsche
You my lady so I’m eatin' you on all fours
Before the rap, I was serving fiends
Now it’s Mike Amiri jeans and now we shopping for Celine
If rap don’t sell, it’s back to hitting cells
New chinchillas, I fuck with fairytales
Hair on point, makeup done very well
(It's me and you up in the stars, baby)
I might pull up in that rover, rover
Drive it like it’s stolen, stolen
She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up
Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking
I might pull up in that rover, rover
Driving like it’s stolen, stolen
She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up
Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking
Spendin' money uptown, new receipts
In my Balmains, been gettin' it from my True-y jeans
Gotta watch my words at every chance 'cause you a queen
If love’s a drug, I’ma dick instrument, you my fiend
And if I’m shopping up in Louis, then it’s his and hers
I sell her half a brick and buy my girl a Louis belt
She know I’m Bando Baby 29, I do the dirt
The fiends all say I whip it up too good, it’s too subvert
If rap don’t sell, it’s back to hitting cells
New chinchillas, I fuck with fairytales
Hair on point, makeup done very well
(It's me and you up in the stars, baby)
I might pull up in that rover, rover
Drive it like it’s stolen, stolen
She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up
Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking
I might pull up in that rover, rover
Driving like it’s stolen, stolen
She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up
Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking
(I might pull up in that rover, rover) Nathaniel London
(Driving like it’s stolen, stolen)
(She don’t wanna pick her phone up, phone up)
(Daddy said «Hope you’re not smoking», smoking)