One Oak

Lyrics

[Intro] Left with a bitch from Morocco Walked in One Oak and I left with a model Sipping on Hennessy right out the bottle Tell that lil' bitch, "I don't want no Moscato" [Chorus] Walked in One Oak and I left with a model Left with a bitch from Morocco Sipping on Hennessy right out the bottle I do not sip no Moscato All of this coke and I feel like I'm Pablo All of this cash, I feel like the lotto Fucking your baby ma in the Ramada You see me dripped in designer Margiela, yeah, it's all on my collar Saint Laurent jacket, you cannot find it Treat me like family when I'm in Barney's Spend the guap like I'm retarded Hop out the Honda and hop in the Rari Uh, yeah, uh, yeah Hop out the Honda then hop in the Rari Walked in One Oak and I left with a model Left with a bitch from Morocco Sipping on Hennessy right out the bottle I do not sip no Moscato All of this coke and I feel like I'm Pablo All of this cash, I feel like the lotto Fucking your baby ma in the Ramada You see me dripped in designer Margiela, yeah, it's all on my collar Saint Laurent jacket, you cannot find it Treat me like family when I'm in Barney's Spend the guap like I'm retarded Hop out the Honda and hop in the Rari Uh, yeah, uh, yeah Hop out the Honda then hop in the Rari [Verse] She told me she pregnant, we gotta see Maury He told me it's mine, I'm thinking I gotta abort it I am so high, man, I'm soaring Hop in the foreign, I'm soaring Hop in the foreign, I floor it Bending them corners My coupe is imported She with me 'cause I'm important Dreaming that I'm on the Forbes list My new bitch so gorgeous She European, from Shoreditch She wanna fuck and record it All her friends wanna join in Tell 'em all, "Come join in" I wanna fuck and have a orgy I wanna fuck you 'til the morning You gotta leave by the morning Yeah, yeah (Damn, J Stew, you made this one too?) You gotta leave by the morning I wanna fuck you 'til the morning Bring your friends, have a orgy Her friends wanna come join in Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Walked in One Oak and I left with a model Left with a bitch from Morocco Sipping on Hennessy right out the bottle I do not sip no Moscato All of this coke and I feel like I'm Pablo All of this cash, I feel like the lotto Fucking your baby ma in the Ramada You see me dripped in designer Margiela, yeah, it's all on my collar Saint Laurent jacket, you cannot find it Treat me like family when I'm in Barney's Spend the guap like I'm retarded Hop out the Honda and hop in the Rari Uh, yeah, uh, yeah Hop out the Honda then hop in the Rari