Good lookin’, so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see
Hey big spender
Spend, a little time with me
If
Happiness is the only thing that money can’t buy then there ain’t much you can buy me
I’ll be chilling in a French hotel smoking a big spliff, just waiting to whitey
Downstairs for dinner with a princess
Celebrities sitting beside me
This à la carte meal tastes so nice
F**king hell, this sh*t’s tiny
The sleeve on my shirt sits above my Rolex ever so slightly
The light hits the chandelier, hits the 18k, that’s ever so shiny
Diamonds same colour as Bushkin
And my chain same colour as Mighty
Tell Flocka to tell Shawty Lo to tell Gucci Mane that I’m so icey
Connoisseur status, I still drink ’til the glass is empty
Tell the waiter I wanna taste some rosé, I’m looking for something zesty
Then I say grace, tell God to bless the food first cause he already blessed me
Looking at the price on the menu, to me now’s a distant memory
Good lookin’, so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see
Hey big spender
Spend, a little time with me](1562600)
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy, like let me see your peen homie
She tryna cause a scene, but I’m in Paris with my team
Walking slow like I’m on lean, damn a n***a jewelry look so clean
I occasionally ball in Lanvin, I ain’t talking ’bout Jim Jones
N***a, I’m talking ’bout hooping up, expensive shirt, breaking bones
F**k yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush, blow that homie
Oh stop that, the po-po on me, uh, sh*t.. out the window
We just getting saucy in Aussie, we bossy
Tryna bring back the term bling bling cause we flossy
You brought snapbacks back, well that’s a cool accomplishment
I’m on the other side, on another globe on conference
Good lookin’, so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see
Hey big spender
Spend, a little time with me
F**k that
Home boy, I’m never home, I’m not even in my continent
In a town, I can’t pronounce this sh*t, this is more than confidence
F**k your continental breakfast, you incompetent
My nickname International, my accent changed by accident
It’s Soho House put your phone away, I don’t give a f**k who ya protege
I’m from Brooklyn, I f**k with Jay, time to time, I chill with ‘Ye
Fans don’t mosh, n***a they pause, b*t*hes so fly like “Oh, my gosh”
Yeah, we selling out girls, girls, money yelling out
They planking cause they bored
N***a need a new hobby, need a new body
You the biter, you the new hottie, you a stylist, wait in my lobby
N***a dance like Bobby, tryna get like 2 cribs for my mommy
That ain’t guac, b*t*h that’s wasabi, tell Rich I’m the face of Tommy
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