Verse:
Red lipstick, black finger polish; that trigger finger
Gun powder as bullets shower, that smoke settles, that scent it lingers
Her hands out for them hand-outs, currency lights up the sky
The devil wears Alexander Wang, and you're just hoping your fly
Halo on top of your mind, dressed in the highest designs
She's rolling it up to get high, smoking Chanel NO.5
So many girls in front of the bathroom
You said you were waiting for lines
You told me you would be back soon, but b**h don't waste my time
I said a young n***a ain't got the time for it
Waiting for you to undress, Lord
As your Giuseppe's step onto the floor
Who are you tryna impress who*e?
We're up on the top floor, so get your a** up out of that f**ing couture
After I hit it once, I guarantee; you gon' be begging for more
Hook (x2):
You said you want a n***a with some money
But baby it ain't easy making money
Just bring that a** here to my hotel room
Noir designer s*uts in my hotel room
Bridge:
My hands grip on your thighs
Your hands grip on that nine
Your mind's lost in my lines
My soul's lost in your eyes
We get lost in the time, we take off and we fly
We take off and get high
We do it just to get by
Verse 2:
Diamonds, fur coats and designers
That cold change in that climate
Cruel winter, no tops up
Money that you want a lot of
Material's keeping you locked up
Hiding behind that make-up, living a life that you make up
Wait now, tell me what you've got to say now
Hated me when I starving
Well take a look at my plate now
You can't even look at my face
Walking around with your face
My head's up, and my eyes low, my thoughts lost in those strange clouds
Tell me what you want from me, I guarantee that I can get it
Tell me where you want to be, I guarantee that I'm with it
Them n***as ain't spending that dough, then drop 'em
Versace linen swimming in that ghost, switching the topic
Hook (x2):
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Bridge:
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