Tory Lanez - Pierre Balmain lyrics

[Ak**ezz Verse I] Yeah Pierre Balmain... She only wanna f** with my t-shirt on, uh The b**h is vicious, I mean, still pose -- black and white pictures Red lipstick sticks are riddled Literally littering my apartment floor; Carpet, draws, and bed sheets she even leaves her tooth brushes Who fuses this much duchess? I'm cursed Everything gold becomes 'soon as I touch it; My AP, hair locks He's hiding that he's royalty So, how could he not spoil she? I mean her, I mean you're Berkin up the money tree that's a mean purse You know the type of chick that leaves her heels on but takes off her jeans first? Uh That's what I need in my life now That's what you get with this lifestyle We touch down Art Basel in a new helicopter The day that you met her she thinkin' you're eccentric Bought a whole new whip, won't fix it if it's dented She said, "Ak**ezz, you're the new Ona**is." So I Tapped her on the a**, walked past, stopped -- looked over my shoulder and said, "Girl, that makes you Jacqueline." [Tory Lanez Hook] Shawty you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing Best believe we good I can get you wet top down on down Have you ever had s** on a million dollars? We good I'm good, I'm good, you good? I'm good, you good I'm good... I'm good, you good you good We good We good [Ak**ezz Verse II] Artwork She's looking like a fresco, you know? Freshly laid and wet so I don't need a mirror gotta mural on the ceiling and she sweat slow What's a careless whisper to the sound of her echo when she let's go? Go My stroke is so focused that she calls me DaVinci -- guess I got Mona Lisa on my bed sheets? Red lipstick lip prints on her cigarette ends And she's such a bad b**h but so sophisticated, uh Then she gets negligent with her negligee We just got re-dressed but she wants to play, aye She frisky and we f**in' now I get a little rougher, she says, "Cut it out." So I Get tougher -- she slaps me She's flustered, reacting, but she loves it Wants us both to suffer Somewhere in the middle of the Summer you discover you Love her now you're f**ed up... [Tory Lanez Hook] Shawty you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing Best believe we good I can get you wet top down on down Have you ever had s** on a million dollars? We good I'm good, I'm good, you good? I'm good, you good I'm good... I'm good, you good you good We good We good [Ak**ezz Verse III] Pierre Balmain... They see me as a new god; I see them as a nuisance Poppa was a restaurateur, but me? I'm the Renaissance, but I'm God-fearing though -- is that a paradox? This is Hell-ywood where the hell should I go? Oh They so mundane, he's plain sick of them They say BallMain; I say Balmain So high highsnobiety can't Vibe with me, So I'm a snob to these snobs but if you real you gon ride with me [yup] And I'm young with anxiety thinkin' 'bout my chitlin So which chick I'm with or if I switch makes a difference Shake 'em, I'm pimpin' Rotate and then flip 'em One night and on to the next b**h, but Wifey's different Look at me tripping calling her "wifey" all in my psyche like Bonnie and Clyde sh** Damn, she's so thorough! The public's gon love it though, TMZ's gon run it Celebrity gossip'll squash us My publicist'll say, "drop her." See typically, I'd say, "I could be Hov if you be Bey, but you ain't Bey and I ain't he, see? Sit ya'self down thinking I'm Brad and you're Jolie, please!" But now I'm staring at her and she's in my Balmain t-shirt without her jeans on... This the new Lady and the Tramp and this is our theme song...