Lucky Tarantino - Picasso

Oh Yea cut me up
Cut me up
I should call this muthafucka
Picasso music
I don't fuckin no

Tom Ford cologne
Twenty six missed calls
Don't call my phone
If money not involved
I'm a businessman
On some mogul shit
And you been hatin
Stay on that local shit
Underrated and underpaid
Somehow still made a way
I got two phones that I'm running
This money conversation
Yea I need big ricks
Just worked me a double shift
Putting in overtime
Never a sober mind
I'm sipping champagne with this charcoal mask
Yea my skin clean just like this fendi bag
Never mind the bitch too much
On my dinner table
And I dress to kill
Make out the funeral arrangements
Every time I shine on y'all
Y'all be so complacent
Driving two miles an hour
Yea it's all gravy
Got the recipe
Got the game applying pressure
I need all the extras
You should fuck with us our shit better
This not that watered down
This that straight raw
Come and get a 8 ball
One hit you'll come back for more
I need Picassos on my wall
I got 3.5 up in this gar
Just opened up my store

Written by:
De'Marcus Lewis

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