Fashion week in paris blew
A whole back with my *****
Mixing at the top floor
Sippin voss up wit da tris
Momma called my line
And told me don't
Stop till you rich
Told me that im chosen
And I really cannot quit
Posted in a gmc
Big body wit da tint
This is not da regular
This one came with a blick
In love with my life
I got bad *****es and sticks
Walk out of the trap
With goyard bags
Filled up with clips
Pop out at my show I'm
With a different typa *****
Pop out of the trap I'm
With a different typa stick
