Yesterday

Yea Got two phones I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne Where we were, we can't go back there again 223's and 4's when we pull up, let it spray Now I'm rich, I was broke yesterday She call me Papi cos' I got the champagne Smoked an opp, left him in the ashtray You keep tripping on me, I'm sipping on lean Okay When we make it big, hope my circle don't change When I make it big, hope my circle don't change Offwhite on my feet, you can tell by the lace Got my city lit but my bitch from outer state Took the drugs in the wraith, it took me outer space Got two phones I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne Where we were, we can't go back there again 223's and 4's when we pull up, let it spray Now I'm rich, I was broke yesterday