eyes on u

Bitch, I got my eyes on you I want you and I want Balenci' too I can't believe I finally found you I can see right through your lies, it isn't true Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me What's the latest you want You can go Marni, Bottega, Rick Owen, Or Dolce, or mufuckin' Louis Vuitton Only to me, yeah, that's where you belong Yeah, I smoke a blunt just to bring me some calm And I'm going off in this bitch like a bomb Look at your bitch got her singing my song Bitch, I'm designer from head to my palm But bitch, I be lying, it's drip on my toes And I put on Raf Simmons for my hoes Don't play with the gang bitch you know we got poles Not leavin' no crumbs, bitch, we scrapin' the bowl Up in Dover street market, we don't shop at Kohl's When I walk through this bitch, I gain all the control Pulled up with yo bitch in a I8 Roadster Shout out to Yachty, my gun in my holster You can still be my bitch, but I probably won't post ya And I'm getting racks, nigga, like I'm posed to And I'm still smoking Thrax, nigga, from the coast Not far from the top, we gotta get closer And I could take ya bitch, I don't wanna show it You still could get slimed, I don't even know you But bitch, I got my eyes on you I want you and I want Balenci' too I can't believe I finally found you I can see right through your lies, it isn't true