New Celine

She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new 'Rari Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea Without yo wallet Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush) White tank top no beater Brand new whip two seater And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her M's in my jeans four pockets Circle tight as hell zip lock it Bad bitches with me lip locking Gas smell like pressure, no rocket Hold up, cash app money for the feature, 200 bands just to hear me on yo speaker. Damn. Twin so hot, like Reefa, Queen Latifah, and Alicia Twin talk to em like a preacher, just sit quiet, listen to the leader All on my dick like a bleacher, and you a cheerleader, waiting like a meter In the QT parking lot posing for a picture (yeah) Then posting my lyrics like a scripture Them pockets slim thick I made em thicker And my wrist too cold, I made it sicker Internet tab on private Put that mf on autopilot Brand new bike come ride it Come take my money like a pirate She want that new Celine Auind plenty green Yeah, yeah I want that fast machine That crash between Yeah, yeah Make up like Maybelline, when I get on the scene Yeah, yeah Gon bounce like a trampoline Hope they don't intervene Yeah, yeah She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new Rarri Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea Without yo wallet Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush) White tank top no beater Brand new whip two seater And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her M's in my jeans four pockets Circle tight as hell zip lock it Bad bitches with me lip locking Gas smell like pressure, no rocket Imma famous lil nobody I don't take shit from nobody Go down in the DM like yo Gotti If he can't f*ck she a hoe prolly Gotta stop talking to them lame niggas Them niggas wanna chase fame witcha Them niggas don't make the same figures Them niggas only hold change in pictures Can't talk shit from the back of the room Nigga we laughing at you Nigga asked me for a picture or two Nigga, Ian flicking with you I set trends and them niggas won't admit it That was back when I was rapping on that Venice Diamonds on my neck, shit bouncing like a tennis Talking on my head but I couldn’t let em finish She want that new Celine And plenty green Yeah, yeah I want that fast machine That crash between Yeah, yeah Make up like Maybelline, when I get on the scene Yeah, yeah Gon bounce like a trampoline Hope they don't intervene Yeah, yeah She want a Telfar bag, new Celine, it match her outfits Fresh and so clean. So pristine, no one can copy Amiri her jeans, drop the top on that new 'Rari Ain't no approaching, can't get close yea Without yo wallet Ain't talking money you can keep it (shush) White tank top no beater Brand new whip two seater And shawty fine as hell you shoulda seen her M's in my jeans four pockets Circle tight as hell zip lock it Bad bitches with me lip locking Gas smell like pressure, no rocket