[Verse 2: Future]
Baguettes on the Rollie I’m drippin’ in Voss
I’m around the gutter can’t take “no” to loss
I’m rich as ice cream, you can tell when I talk
I was drinkin’ on lean when I was was fucking your ho’
Drippin’ a ice and it cost me a cup
I took off the side and made her my main
Got more than one to fill up my pain
Went out to London and they jump on the train
I call me a jet when I went out to Paris
I got these vibes they drankin’ my carats
I’m one of a kind they cannot compare
Chinchilla coats that shit up on my chair
Don’t put my soda in floatin’ the air
Over my coat they shoppin’ and stare
Don’t need no remote she control hеrself
I could’ve been high I could’ve been thе juice
This money gonna always seduce
Thousand of thousands of M on M’s
And now I’m just loosin’ the count
I’m fucking these bitches I don’t they name
I can’t even pronounce it
Rockstar life got all these groupies lookin at me like a brownie
I don’t need around me
Let’s take a trip out to London
Bitch all my slimes gettin on it
You should right now be on this
You should right now be on this
Bought her a puto and got some baguettes
I’m servin’ that dog I told her “go get it”