MT Ty & Nate Frxsca - Sushi & Cashmere

Alright
Yea
I got it
Ok cool
We up forever
Pretty much
Like 12 in the morning man we recording
Now it's 2 o'clock man
Know what it is (shhh)
Runforever
Yea
Got a bad bitch yeah, got a bigger check
Lately I been hopping up on flights that's why I ain't get to text
I been countin' blue hundreds all night, boy I'm not getting rest
Dodging paparazzi, my only problem when I'm with a bitch
I'm weighing out my options, buy a pint or travel continents
They say life a game, I stacked my pape, bought property monopoly
Bought my bitch a Louis bag, that shit equivalent to 4 pounds of weed
My white boy in LA scorin' the drank just like he Austin Reeves
My hoes want me to kick the cup I told em that's that stupid shit
I'm in Saint Laurent, I'm in Saint Michael, I'm Saint Lunatic
When I drop my album my streams go up it get ludicrous
Niggas buying views thinking they lit I don't know who he is
Send that bitch to get up with you, break yo pockets make you pay her bills
I see that nigga wearing the playboi carti's like he Yo Pi'erre
Got 30 milligrams kvk tech hot opioids in here
I'm all on different island ordering sushi, sweater cashmere
If you trying to put in work boy get up with me
She want me to splash in it, heard wassup with me
Unky threw it on the table, that's a white Bentley
I got a promo on the bag like I'm P Diddy
Make a play then peace out ima rich hippie
Yea she trying to catch my nut I be there in a jiffy
I seen one turn to two that's when it all hit me
I told her keep a bare face she don't need a filly
I heard she fucked on my mans I'm like oh really
I been skating through the trenches like I'm wearing heely's
I'm on some big dog shit, niggas still silly
I would've splashed in his hoe, but he a try to kill me
Niggas killing over pussy I don't really get it
You think she a bad bitch, she just a pretty ticket
I'll let her think I'm broke fr I ain't tripping
I keep a baddie in the telly she like London Tipton
I left the city just to rest I'm sleeping in a villa
My bag did the Sada dance I been counting skrilla
It's cashmere sweaters, eating sushi, hiding in the Hilton's
I'm in the back, black range, feel like Bill Clinton

Written by:
Nathan Harris, Ty Royal

Publisher:
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