Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the Mafia? [Chorus] You know I got on Rick Owens You can't even get these bitches, bum, I paid some shit for 'em Where your girlfriend at? Tell that ho I got a bitch for her New Dior bubble or Louis just to keep me warm Knew I was the one, everybody knew when I was born Thought you was gon' always ride for me, bitch, but I was wrong I was pouring fours up with Baking Soda, now he gone [Interlude] Are you in the Mafia? [Verse 1] They out of my size, mad as hell, I want these Rick Owens This bitch got a hidden talent, her coochie put the grip on me I prefer to lay this bubble coat so I'm winter warm Should I get the head or the tail? I'ma flip a coin I got me a bad bitch, wait for me when I get home She hold it like a microphone and sing it like she hittin' notes Sometime you gotta throw some niggas off just to save the boat Sometime you gotta let the leeches drown just to stay afloat I could've been in tech by now, but nah, I'm busy selling **** She horrible at sucking dick, I really just wanna see her choke This rose gold presi' my bitch wearing cost a ki' of coke FGM, RGS, Damedot, I'm the CEO [Chorus] You know I got on Rick Owens You can't even get these bitches, bum, I paid some shit for 'em Where your girlfriend at? Tell that ho I got a bitch for her New Dior bubble or Louis just to keep me warm Knew I was the one, everybody knew when I was born Thought you was gon' always ride for me, bitch, but I was wrong I was pouring fours up with Baking Soda, now he gone [Verse 2] These furry midtops cost me three I wear Rick like twice a week You can't even pay the fee, boy, and I put that on me In the VIP, smokin' 'za like vapes, that shit nothin' to me No, you can't catch me with no cape, I can't save a freak I got Rick all on my jacket Fresh, it just came out the plastic Feds thought they had some action That switchy made it automatic Now if I wanna empty the clip, I just gotta tap it Nigga, I don't even gotta get loud, they gon' head tap it I kiss my kids, go get them rackies Rich and blessed, but I ain't bragging Bitch thought this was a money grab, but I ain't havin' it Nothin' but drank and Percs in my kitchen cabinet From the back, I'm Michael Meyers, she be sayin' I'm stabbin' it Eenie, meenie, miney, moe Rick the way I'm tryna go Fit cost a bankroll If you know, you fuckin' know Bitch, you can't ask me for no favors, it's a fuckin' no I should get an international Grammy, I get 'em coast to coast, boy [Chorus] You know I got on Rick Owens You can't even get these bitches, bum, I paid some shit for 'em Where your girlfriend at? Tell that ho I got a bitch for her New Dior bubble or Louis just to keep me warm Knew I was the one, everybody knew when I was born Thought you was gon' always ride for me, bitch, but I was wrong I was pouring fours up with Baking Soda, now he gone