Issey Miyake

I just flew out overseas and bought myself some Prada jeans I can't pop out at the mall, I'm rich this 5k on my feet I know that they plot on me, they watching me and rock with me Bitch, yeah I came far and I should know you gotta starve to eat And girl I'm rich as hell I might as well keep the gun on me My bitch she outta jail cause she made bail and now she f*ck with me Bitch I sip the wok, not ciroc, I get cocky I bought a goyard bag, for her bought Issey Miyake And I just spent a grand on my lense, that shit funny She never seen a band, this 50 of 'em all 'em hundreds And I gotta move in ten cause they want some of it And bitch this ain't a Benz, boy the Mazzi catch you running I'm pushing on the demon, my opps run a lot This V8 engine loud as shit, run from the cops I'm smoking straight thrax, that shit fill my lungs Whoever I catch lacking next is going in my runt My bitches getting moody when they off the bean It's gettin' too euphoric in the stu' I'm off the lean I don't make the rules baby, let me coach the team And she broke up with man all because of me I've been in the trap for a minute get it jump And she beggin' me all night, she wanna hold my blunt Bitch I'm in a Lamb truck, yeah this push to start I can't f*ck this bitch, baby I can't have your heart Me and my hoes got expensive taste I'mma pour me up a four and let it go to waste I'mma roll me up another one to quell the pain And she said I'm different bitch I do this everyday Aye I just flew out overseas and bought myself some Prada jeans I can't pop out at the mall, I'm rich this 5k on my feet I know that they plot on me, they watching me and rock with me Bitch, yeah I came far and I should know you gotta starve to eat And girl I'm rich as hell I might as well keep the gun on me My bitch she outta jail cause she made bail and now she f*ck with me Bitch I sip the wok, not ciroc, I get cocky I bought a goyard bag, for her bought Issey Miyake And I just spent a grand on my lense, that shit funny She never seen a band, this 50 of 'em all 'em hundreds And I gotta move in ten cause they want some of it And bitch this ain't a Benz, boy the Mazzi catch you running