2xDinero - PERSIAN GOLD

I could stack it from the bottom all the way up
They been tryna catch my drift just like a wave, oh
I had to tell the bitch to leave hasta luego
Livin top floor business this a long way from the cable
This the life that you can live when you got power
I came from the concrete to a flower
I got it up, and it's stuck just like a tower
Know the face look sweet, but she left me feeling sour
Now we could go on
Turn off your phone
She a five-star bitch, but rocking rhinestones
We could take it overseas, put you in Persian Gold
Won't stop till the sun come down, and then the night over
I can't take you out to Lenox, that's a low blow
Rather put you on a jet, take you to Soho
I think she want me for my pockets, that's a no no
She don't even do the drugs, but she gripping on my styrofoam
This a Audemar
It's on my wrist
Rock the Louis and Givenchy need no stylist
Straight from Italy, I only want the finest
On the island far away, with my gold just like a pirate
She want that double-C Chanel, that's that Coco
All I ask is that you come and drop it low, low
Hottest in the Winter, still will leave you so cold
With a heart full of pain, and a pocket full of pesos
I could stack it from the bottom all the way up
They been tryna catch my drift just like a wave, oh
I had to tell the bitch to leave hasta luego
Livin top floor business this a long way from the cable
This the life that you can live when you got power
I came from the concrete to a flower
I got it up, and it's stuck just like a tower
Know the face look sweet, but she left me feeling sour
Baggueties on my wrist it's sitting timeless
We could get real far away on an island
I can't bust over pressure, it's like a diamond
Put an AP on your wrist, just to see you on my timing
That's the way it go
This the way I live
If I put you in these Prada's, would you keep it real
If I really got into it, would you clutch a steel
That's my gangsta baby, see you in that Nawf with them stiletto heels
Let's go run a mil
Stack on top of them
Champagne bottles, hold your purse when you popping them
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, keep it real, get all of them
She ain't like the rest, she came to me, she never followed them
Put a hundred thousand dollars on your finger, say fuck all of them
It's a hundred thousand reasons why I treat you like my potna dem
You got a hundred thousand problems, but these racks they get to solving them
and got a hundred something rounds on the bottom, ain't no stopping them
I could stack it from the bottom all the way up
They been tryna catch my drift just like a wave, oh
I had to tell the bitch to leave hasta luego
Livin top floor business this a long way from the cable
This the life that you can live when you got power
I came from the concrete to a flower
I got it up, and it's stuck just like a tower
Know the face look sweet, but she left me feeling sour

Written by:
Salman Yarkhan

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