[Intro: Chris Charles]
[Verse 1: NIMAR]
We gracefully step out the ride
I tip the gentleman and we step inside
They cloth our laps and serve the wine
The atmosphere
Is oh so commercial you don't know the difference
Between how they think they living and actually living it
Person-ally baby I see that your stuck on looking at me
While our six course meal takes a seat
While we eat chef is waiting just to see
How it be
Pardon me
I say "Bonjour Joel Robuchon comment ça va? Merci"
Then we take a box to go baby take a box to go
Then I take you to my home and I s** you nice and slow
Then I
Let you get ready
And you
Can take your time
When you
Step out the bathroom
You look oh my oh my
Cuz we are heading out
Cuz it's one of those nights
And it's a bout that time
Cuz we about that life
[Bridge: NIMAR]
Don't give a f** where we going
We know we bout it bout
Turn up yeah we wild as f**
You know we bout it bout it
You see us go and tell your friends
They know we bout it bout it
Ignorant and elegant
I know we bout it bout
[Hook: NIMAR]
(Damn we just hold it down
Damn we just turned it out
Damn what you talking bout
Elegant is talking now) x2
[Switch Up: NIMAR]
Time to take this tux off
Cuffs off, New sauce
Change into my
Long tee leather shorts gucci frames and tiger socks
Ignorant N' elegant I do this sh** you shouldn't talk
[Verse 2: NIMAR]
So shut f** up unless
You a b**h wit an accent
Cuz I'm ariba oh yes
(Yallah)
Come sit with me
We up in here were all you see
Where it cost 10 grand just to take a seat
And we sitting cross legged popping bottles like it's nada
Bring a b**h to the room make her call me baba
(And)
Here I go in with the triplet
I'm ripping new a**holes
For nimars who don't never get it
I'm winning and sinning
I'm rapping and singing
I'm trapping we acting like we got no feelings
Numb from the liquor
Some for the b**hes
I'm looking to the future of getting money I'm itching
10 digits in my pension Gucci frames is my vision
Arrogant arrogant my arrogance is so
Evident and excellent this crazy sh**
Might have to call on my therapist
I'm wearing sh** that still real
That HBA that been trill
That loco motive that night train on my James Brown yeah im insane
[Bridge: NIMAR]
[Hook: NIMAR]
[Verse 3: NIMAR]
We live Bugatti fast
Watching the hours pa**
Testing the hourgla**
Forgetting our past
Forgetting what had happen
Juss the prior night
With the tits and a**
In the photographs
But the photographs
Are the highlights
Of the high life
And the lime light
We blowing up
And we pouring up
Get your
Time right and your mind right
Better pour some more
In the cup
Of that golden river
That In-the-cut
That brown drink
That loud drink
That 308
That live it up
That king sh**
That crown drink
Wearing Jerry Lorenzo bu*ton down
And some f**ing 424 sneaker crowns
And f** you if you f**ing down
I'll take your friends and we'll paint the town
I'll tuck her down and she'll s** me up
And she'll smoke an eighth and I'll tilt my cup
And I'll say my grace and cum on her face
And I'll watch her leave her friend take her place
Like oh lord I'm sorry
I "came" then the guilt came
Won't you please just forgive me a young
Sinner playing his game
Never thought id be wearing no pinky rings
But when you the sh** you do stinky things
(Shmell?)
But for now it don't sit well
So imma keep sh**ting hoping that I get well
[Bridge: NIMAR]
[Hook: NIMAR]
[Outro]