Rose Gold Patek!

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Max) (Exqzt) [Chorus] For a second, I thought my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kind of weight Hell nah, my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen, but they known for swappin' plates Can't hang 'round with no broke-ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, we got all kind of tapes Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they out of shape This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state This bitch tryna fuck me off of some molly, I know she outer space My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I'm countin' this money, I like them type of things She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha) Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket, but, bitch, I am not an ape [Verse] Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down, but I cannot embrace You ain't talkin' no money? Okay then, bro, get the fuck out my face Just wired a hundred K to a brand new bank and, no, it was not a Chase I'ma draw down on these pussy-ass niggas, stop playin', don't get your life erased Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels, yeah, that's my type of Wraith I need a hundred motherfuckin' mill' in any type of way My bitch thick as fuck, she ain't missin' no meals, she got a nice lil' shape Just took her to the penthouse, she like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place" [Chorus] For a second, I thought my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kind of weight Hell nah, my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen, but they known for swappin' plates Can't hang 'round with no broke-ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, we got all kind of tapes Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they out of shape This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state This bitch tryna fuck me off of some molly, I know she outer space My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I'm countin' this money, I like them type of things She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha) Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket, but, bitch, I am not an ape