Gee James & Blaike - Cartier, Patek (feat. Dpsy)

I said bitch, you can fuck with me if you want it too
Better fuck with some rappers who are making money too
Wake up in the club with some flashy Nike shoes
Got my Grillz on it, I know you dream on it, bitch your fat ass gonna move
You know that we flexing with the Devil uh
Bring me some liquors, we bubbling Fuck some rappers while I fuck with some bitches
Trapper for life I swear I'm lovin it
You gotta bring me the thing
You gotta bring me the bang
Living hard love you’re a son of ^uta
Making money we the supa dupa
Fendi Man, Fendi Man, Fendi man
YCM's back with a new brand
Loving it, loving it, loving it
When they say I'm a big fan of you
It's all about big chains out
Tell me what the major spend on you
No lie
Your niggas wanna know me, no lie
I know my style is amazing, tell me who's the man ?
You know your strippers want my D, love, sex and pain
They work for me, I swear, no lie
They work for me, I swear, no lie
Got bitches, got cars, got six hoes
Guinness on my hand like I'm Steve-O
Diamond on my wrist, check my Pinky ring
Ice on my neck, check my Cuban Link
Shout out to my Trap niggas in the kitchen
Shout out to my Trap queens in the kitchen
Euphon lean man that's my favorite drink
Euphon lean man that's my favorite lean
Man it's all or nothing, all or something
All my niggas gonna get that do
Move the bricks outside the floor
A nigga shoot your for the do
Get money that's the perfect plan
Purple money like Soul Plane
Got a 100 bricks for my Momma's house
Got another one for my Daddy's house
Tous mes negros viennent du Bando, la main sur le Draco
Tu sais que je cours après les Euros, j'ai mes connexions à Bordeaux
Toutes les pétasses autour de toi, elles me rapportent les Euros
J'arrive direct à Vitry gros, I'm smoking on Gelato
I just doing my own business
Tell me who the fucking realest
I don't think these broke niggas get it
You finna die cause I kill it
Pardon me when I pop out
Mercedes-Benz when I hop out
Don't save it I want see the cash out
Somebody tell me who the fuck let the dogs out
Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh,
YCM on top of the Pyramid
Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh,
I let these niggas just hate on it
I let these bitches just lay on it
I got the bags, I got fat pocket
I got the bags, I just packing it
I think this shit gonna back on road
Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh
Told you this shit make this out of control
Ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh
Money and money I think I want more
Slide in the DM and talk on the low
Fuck this pussy and just let this go
Just like Cardi she gonna start from the pole
Just like Cardi she gonna bring me some more

Written by:
Jessy Hippolyte, Michel Nzuzi

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