Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter
Fame
What a fuckin' blast to the past
I'm back with the pizazz
I'm tappin' that ass (yeah)
Jump imma step on the gas
L-E-F-T back on the track (yeah)
So sick take it back to the lap
Tell the label 'put another hundred grand in the bag'
Every girl want a man like that
See your boy doing numbers on the gram
Yeah oh this shit mad
Bring it back take another crack at the line
Hope imma get it right this time
Do a little dance we can romance
Baby girl you look so fine
Oh yeah
I'm faded
Daddy I think I'vе made it
Fuck being underratеd
I wanna have everything they did
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
What'cha lookin' at, baby
Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
For the rest of your life, I'll be there
I'll be stuck in your head like
The roots of your hair i'm the
They know I'm the one
She wanna get down like ra-pum-pa-pum-pum
Indo in my lungs
Back from LA with the young guns
(Vroom-vroom)
Too fast too furious
Lifestyle so luxurious
Pull up in the new range
And they like 'Yo who's this?'
Its Ferdinand
Bring it back take another crack at the line
Hope imma get it right this time
Do a little dance we can romance
Baby girl you look so fine
Oh yeah
I'm faded
Daddy I think I've made it
Fuck being underrated
I wanna have everything they did
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
What'cha lookin' at, baby
Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
For the rest of your life, I'll be there
I'll be stuck in your head like
The roots of your hair