Tory Lanez - Magnolia Freestyle lyrics

(Intro) Why yes, f**k you too What up, world? You know that s**t the diamonds was on prom day That meant they was dancing under the dawg like In New York I Milly Rock Got it in my sock Fifty off the wall And I press rerock Got it in my sock Got a lil thot That’s a lil boat, boy, that’s a lil yacht Nah, I’m just playing, let me get this s**t for real tho (Verse) I get money, money, money motherf**ker like I’m Jordan It’s the ni**a flying foreign, make your bi**hes not important Milly rocking through the city pop a pity by the garden Know you ni**as can’t afford it And these bi**hes can’t ignore me I did s**t like dory, I’m with some white shorty And the bi**h is like forty, she singing Mike Shorey In the port loose riding out the Porsche coupe gliding If you try me ni**a I be off the Porsche through sliding It’s just me and lil Aggy, Portuguese lil baddie Pouring drink off in the soda, putting weed off in the baggy I be off in the caddie with a freak that’s off a addy Trying f**k me to the beat is like the beat is off badly Fleeing off to Cali, I’ll be back in the morning Them boys diss me in the night I get em clapped by the morning Got the money clubbing on the dollar stacking and joining In the back of this foreign, I keep a cool bi**h with me This never slacking or boring, never lacking I’m blowing And any ni**as try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us I bet your girl know us, what the man Riley Two bad bi**hes like Kendall and Kylie Let your man try me be another man dying I’ma young sergeant, oh and by the way I just beat my gun charges, Lawyer like a maid And just sweeping dumb charges Shout out Jim Lewis I won’t keep you bombarded But we some young bosses Can’t nobody ever try to do it like we do Playboi like Carti I want f**k Cardi B too Wonder if I slide in that DM what it lead to? Putting in position like we in a magazine shoot Ni**a I’m the man ten bi**hes magnolia Shout out to the fans, African and Angolia Throw the damn Rollie up, throw the damn Rollie up Rollie so heavy that the bi**hes can’t hold it up Score so much they gotta throw a damn goalie up Ni**as say they know but they don’t know enough You know it’s us Shawty wanna f**k me for Chanel, she a coconut Skurting through the parking lot with doughnuts in the car clutch All thirty of us, twenty six bi**hes, four s*uts All of us going up, the bank account’s growing up Shawty threw the pu**y had me tore it up Now the only way to get it back she gotta sew it up Yeah in New York I Milly rock, I’m on any block Hit that bi**h on Betty block Gave this d**k to twenty thots Got it in my sock, forty on the wop Thirty clip inside a extendo on the Glock ooh (Outro) We just getting started Nothing gon be safe I’m hopping on everything, body ni**as