Dolce & Gabbana

Yo, uh 'Cause I've been there and I've spun back (Cppo) Scammin' out, it just run flat Me and Es used to run laps Now we're runnin' racks and this dumb cash 'Cause I've been there and I've did that Smoked grams of that Ridgeback I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags I've had more steaks you've had Big Macs Bitches look at my direction Now that I've blown like some TNT (Boom) Why she keep talkin' 'bout money, man? I just asked her, "What you see in me"? Cameras, they comin' with flash And I'm comin' with gas, so it's hittin' like TMZ Bitch wanna give man affection If she ain't suck, get the **** out the 'bnb Dolce and Gabbana, evеrything's designer I'm a ****in' rockstar, I'll put some cokе up on my rider D-Dolce and Gabbana, everything's designer I'm a ****in' rockstar, I'll put some coke up on my rider, yo Me and Es just left Munich And the players like Robben and Ribery Agh, I'm a boss, you ain't talking 'bout guap? We could fight in the vicinity, huh I'm seeing these rappers go up and they can't even rap Man, this shit is just killing me They said I ain't drop "He's a mock star, man's fallin' off" Man, these kids must be killing me 'Cause I've been there and I've spun back Scammin' out, it just run flat Me and Es used to run laps Now we're runnin' racks of this dumb cash 'Cause I've been there and I've did that Smoked grams of that rich bag I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags I've had more steaks you've had Big Macs Crept in, looking villainous with my hat low and my feet up Eyes closed and I'm winnin', bitch Man, there's money made when I speak up This bitch want a slice of the pie But a nigga need toppin' like pizza Used to see him, my dog gettin' flows Amount of times I do this in Brighton or Peter I just made bank in the States, no visa Makes sense that these rap boys target I just painted her face for the fun of it Now she's calling me more than an artist I been ringin' down bells in Milan Blowin' up like Osama bin Laden I smoke up just to get in my zone And when I'm in it, I hit it like Harlen (Woah) Givenchy shirt, know I'm stylish Needin' all of the stock like a pirate I'm up now like a G6 pilot Ooh, I'm switchin' it up like the climate 'Cause I'm cold, man, I'm freezing Man, this Louis V duffel got G's in If I eat, then everyone's eatin' Don't picture these pants till my pockets are cheesing, shit Major labels wanna get me Model bitches think I'm sexy The only reason they wan' meet me Is so they can say they ****in' met me Valencia beach on a jet-ski I feel like I ball harder than Messi I don't know why they think that they're cold I'm seein' more snow a mother****in' yeti Just call me the rat, I'm in love with the fetty, fetty, fetty We've got model bitches out the telly, telly, telly I see the cash and I kill it like Kenny, Kenny, K-Kenny Countin' up racks in the a.m., I won't stop till this check gets levied, bitch 'Cause I've been there and I've spun back Scammin' out, it just run flat Me and Es used to run laps Now we're runnin' racks and this dumb cash 'Cause I've been there and I've did that Smoked grams of that rich bag I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags I've had more steaks you've had Big Macs (Bitch)