Gold in my champagne

Your shit blank, boy your shit lame

Probably just like your dick game

So I don't need to know your name

Don't you see these on my feet?

Bet you can't guess how much I paid

That's a shame

f**k these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane



Who the f**k told you to not have no chill?

Who the f**k told you we splittin' that bill?

Who the f**k told you that I'm in the hood?

When you know f**kin' right I'm in Beverly Hills

Why you keep starin' at me like you know me?

Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili

ESPN, photoshootin' with Kobe

You Photoshop bitches be needin' Adobe

Oh, oh, that's some baloney

Oh, this is Missoni

Oh, you are still lookin' for Kony

Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony

Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?

Mothaf**ka in his car with some cheap gear

I'm draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean

Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire



Gold in my champagne

Your shit blank, boy your shit lame

Probably just like your dick game

So I don't need to know your name

Don't you see these on my feet?

Bet you can't guess how much I paid

That's a shame

f**k these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane