Cartier, Patek (feat. Dpsy)

I said bitch, you can f*ck with me if you want it too Better f*ck with some rappers who are making money too Wake up in the club with some flashy Nike shoes Got my Grillz on it, I know you dream on it, bitch your fat ass gonna move You know that we flexing with the Devil uh Bring me some liquors, we bubbling F*ck some rappers while I f*ck with some bitches Trapper for life I swear I'm lovin it You gotta bring me the thing You gotta bring me the bang Living hard love you’re a son of ^uta Making money we the supa dupa Fendi Man, Fendi Man, Fendi man YCM's back with a new brand Loving it, loving it, loving it When they say I'm a big fan of you It's all about big chains out Tell me what the major spend on you No lie Your niggas wanna know me, no lie I know my style is amazing, tell me who's the man ? You know your strippers want my D, love, sex and pain They work for me, I swear, no lie They work for me, I swear, no lie Got bitches, got cars, got six hoes Guinness on my hand like I'm Steve-O Diamond on my wrist, check my Pinky ring Ice on my neck, check my Cuban Link Shout out to my Trap niggas in the kitchen Shout out to my Trap queens in the kitchen Euphon lean man that's my favorite drink Euphon lean man that's my favorite lean Man it's all or nothing, all or something All my niggas gonna get that do Move the bricks outside the floor A nigga shoot your for the do Get money that's the perfect plan Purple money like Soul Plane Got a 100 bricks for my Momma's house Got another one for my Daddy's house Tous mes negros viennent du Bando, la main sur le Draco Tu sais que je cours après les Euros, j'ai mes connexions à Bordeaux Toutes les pétasses autour de toi, elles me rapportent les Euros J'arrive direct à Vitry gros, I'm smoking on Gelato I just doing my own business Tell me who the fucking realest I don't think these broke niggas get it You finna die cause I kill it Pardon me when I pop out Mercedes-Benz when I hop out Don't save it I want see the cash out Somebody tell me who the f*ck let the dogs out Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh, YCM on top of the Pyramid Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh, I let these niggas just hate on it I let these bitches just lay on it I got the bags, I got fat pocket I got the bags, I just packing it I think this shit gonna back on road Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh Told you this shit make this out of control Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh Money and money I think I want more Slide in the DM and talk on the low F*ck this pussy and just let this go Just like Cardi she gonna start from the pole Just like Cardi she gonna bring me some more