#MoreGorgeous

Lyrics

Tiny ass jeans, 's how I'm feeling like a rock star Big ass bitch, she ain't know I was a rap star Tryna claim my drip, nigga you is a impostor Ooh, Cartier Pull up on your bitch, rocking Gallery Department And he got a stash, no weed in my compartment And he got a stash, no gun in my compartment Stick on my lap just in case you wanna start shit I'm a blood eater, give no fuck, I'ma park it Shawty see me, and she walk my way, she callin' Now I'm going up, and I'm looking more gorgeous And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis Ooh, Cartier I'ma fuck your bitch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis Ooh I'ma fuck your bitch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous Ooh And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis Pull up to the lights, pass you and it's horses I'ma fuck your bitch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis Tiny ass pants, baby go ahead Dior me Know I got that bag, baby Dora the Explorer me I don't give no fuck, I fuck that bitch while I'm recording Got her off the Perc', and she can't stop sayin' she love me I'ma take your bitch, she with me till the morning Take her to my room, bite her neck when I'm horny We under the moon, baby don't you disappoint me Pull up [?] after you get that anointing Ooh Cartier Tiny ass jeans, 's how I'm feeling like a rock star Big ass bitch, she ain't know I was a rap star Tryna claim my drip, nigga you is a impostor