Reggie2kj - Bottega

AYE
I want the all white plain rover
Baby money bet it get brushed over
I been drifting... in and out
What the fuck is all this shit about
UH
Watch how I turn up
Blunt full of gas, light it then watch it all burn up
My bitch like them shots from the back grab her hair tear her perm up
Wet like the ocean that's hurricane Irma
This life is all about timing
My jeweler like Jeter that nigga turn the pressure to diamonds
If you hating just be honest
You turned your back on me when I was broke
Pray for you bitches & put it behind us
A king in the making
R.i.p black panther
I feel like king of Wakanda
Life too short, Money ain't everything, I bought my girl some designer
Cook a beat right in front of you Like I work at Benihana
Can't get no sleep chasing money the girl of my dreams somewhere out there but I just can't find her
Came a long way from that kid driving round in the civic
Put way too much stress on my momma
I want the money & flights out the country, from mountains in bama' to hills in Yokohama
Money ain't shit when you got it
Yo bitch play with balls Dennis Rodman
Young nigga really hate plotting
If you hating just be honest
Taking lil trips to the tropic
Girl like a cherry she topping
I feel like Bin Ladin I might tear a wrist with these fuckin bombs I been jottin
Fruits of my labor so ripe that they rotting

AYE
Swerving can't...
Uh
Swerving can't stay in my lane you don't get it
Got vvs diamonds yo bitch do my bidding
Drop the top through the city hang out the window blow kisses
A young nigga back in the kitchen
Stirring and whippin
I cannot fuck with no hater, I'm out chasing paper
Hit the gas on the coupe
See you later
I do not owe nobody any favors
Chase the bag get a sack Lawrence Taylor
I get the bread like a baker
Guicci bottega Venneta suit tailored
Can't trip off no game I done gave her
(Oh yea)
Can't trip off no game I done have her
Can't trip off no game I done gave her

Written by:
Fredrick Hackett

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