Bowie Empire

Don’t get me wrong Feeling the pressure Don’t get me wrong I think it’s a blessing She want it bad, bad, bad, bad Just back it up She need a bag, bag, bag, bag, So bag it up I ain’t gon follower the leader, I’m hearding my sheep as we speak Just give me a week, I’ll trade in Givenchy coz I needed fleece The blacker the berry, the harder the bars, I just need a beat The blacker the berry, the harder it falls, back to the streets All of this green all over my body, I know that I look like Luigi Christmas in Yves, but she just a fiend, and I got the water like Fiji I need a ring, I been committed so I need Obama to greet me I had a dream, I must be a king, but I ain’t been signing no treaty Hop out a Jeep Back in the streets Throwin’ these ones up Watch ‘em fall in a heap I make it rain dog Bowie on sleeve Feelin’ the flame dog Like a hunnid degrees Black and white, got the name tatted on the fabric Patty Mills, hit the step back like it’s magic Blue chips, makin’ stock fly like Aladdin Had to show you what we doin’ now, high fashion Hop out a Jeep Back in the streets Throwin’ these ones up Fall in a heap I make it rain dog Bowie on sleeve Feelin’ the flame dog Like a hunnid degrees I just want money and power for change, I’m built like a CEO All of this water I drip on the chain, I swear you could see it flow All these accountants I put in the gang, I swear it’s like BDO Shawty don’t like it when all of ‘em hang, I told her it’s business though Take a shot, I’m on the move now Cruise the city with the roof down Tie die drip all on me Everybody tryna rep for the crew now Coz imma go win it I told you I’m back I don’t need permission See I got a vision I’m fitted in Bowie I’m letting you witness Ice so cold on my chest in the booth, my room like a freezer I been playing point so long, you just sittin the bench or the bleachers I’m telling you I run this game, I ain’t really got the time for a feature I been tryna run this thang I ain’t really tryna please you, so hop out a Jeep Hop out a Jeep Back in the streets Throwin’ these ones up Watch ‘em fall in a heap I make it rain dog Bowie on sleeve Feelin’ the flame dog Like a hunnid degrees Black and white, got the name tatted on the fabric Patty Mills, hit the step back like it’s magic Blue chips, makin’ stock fly like Aladdin Had to show you what we doin’ now, high fashion Hop out a Jeep Back in the streets Throwin’ these ones up (Fall in a heap) I make it rain dog Bowie on sleeve Feelin’ the flame dog Like a hunnid degrees Black and white, got the name tatted on the fabric Patty Mills, hit the step back like it’s magic Blue chips, makin’ stock fly like Aladdin Had to show you what we doin’ now, high fashion