MILAN (feat. Yung Rani)

I could shake and shimmy, drip and drop Baby got a bag full, I know what you want (Yuh, yuh) Put her on a flight, she gon' land in Milan (Ya dig) If she 'actin right then it's Yves Saint Laurent (Hold up, hold up, yeah) I had promethazine in the backpack With a bad bitch in the backseat With the Cartier, I can't see And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it's a bad deal Stack my chicken, I don't want no green (Yuh, yuh) My jeans cost more than what's inside my jeans Runnin' outta luck, bae, I'm not that type of guy (Ya dig) I know that you freaky, don't know why you actin' shy If I'm feeling bold then I'm gonna roll the die If I'm out in public, got a model by my side Yeah, twenty years old, not a nematode but you know I'm drownin' (Drown) Twenty years old, not a nematode but you know I'm drownin' (Yuh) Cash out my bitch, I throw her some racks and make her go count it I'm the type to embarrass accountants I could shake and shimmy, drip and drop Baby got a bag full, I know what you want (Yuh, yuh) Put her on a flight, she gon' land in Milan (Ya dig) If she 'actin right then it's Yves Saint Laurent (Hold up, hold up, yeah) I had promethazine in the backpack With a bad bitch in the backseat With the Cartier, I can't see And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it's a bad deal Stack my chicken, I don't want no green (Yuh, yuh) My jeans cost more than what's inside my jeans I grew up to love the attention It's coming so fast, it ain't set in I ain't spoke in a minute, yuh, so give me a minute I pull up and wave, grab the Mercé I'm paving the way, so they got it made They made assumptions That's not what I paved, that's not what I The actions I'm taking ain't part of a phase They take a photo and look at me strange To deal with the bullshit I do I'm gon' need a raise to do what I do You'd think it's untrue, must be a group It's only one name, they get embarrassed they not in my lane Shouldn't refer to yourself when you mention my name I might just shoot a scene with a drama queen with her hair tied back Something from a dream, I don't wanna leave I just wanna be posted up, laid back Probably make her scream, lettin' off steam Take her somewhere that we she wanna be Woke up, just a memory Just a memory I had promethazine in the backpack With a bad bitch in the backseat With the Cartier, I can't see And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it's a bad deal Stack my chicken, I don't want no green (Yuh, yuh) My jeans cost more than what's inside my jeans