Nick Womack - Aqua 8's lyrics

[Hook] Bottom line, I don't care what you gotta say I swear these other artists, so out of shape I run my city in these Aqua 8's, but the funny thing is I moved out of state Bottom line, I don't care what you gotta say I swear these other artists, so out of shape I run my city in these Aqua 8's, but the funny thing is I moved out of state [Verse 1: Nick Womack] Yves St. Laurent, Damier checkers up under it p**y n***as get burned, better learn who you f**in' with I spit sick sh** and at times they can't stomach it k**in' it I'm going in, like I was on punishment All the b**hes lovin' it, and while we see funds You making refunds tryna get yo' money back I love my team they love me back, heaters where they tummy at Boy you don't want none of that, it'll eat through ya' skully cap Dj's play me in the club, b**hes dancin' now I'm at the bar, takin' more shots than Tom Clancy now I made it a step up from wearing hand me downs My feature price is going up, I'm gettin' fancy now Progression is key, observation's the way to learn So MGK is up next, I had to wait a turn? Whoever knew hungry nights, and long days could earn My team ballin', lockin' n***as out like David Stern That was a cold line. I never been one to hate You in yo' zone? fine. and I'm fashionably late I'm never on time, I don't know what you do in yo' city But I own mine [Hook] Bottom line, I don't care what you gotta say I swear these other artists, so out of shape I run my city in these Aqua 8's, but the funny thing is I moved out of state Bottom line, I don't care what you gotta say I swear these other artists, so out of shape I run my city in these Aqua 8's, but the funny thing is I moved out of state [Verse 2: Nick Womack] In First Cla**, writing raps, call it plane view Tweetin' all my b**hes, and smoking. Something you can't do Shoutout to my n***as who always came through And shoutout to the women doing the same too I'm kickin' different sh** with the same crew, Rookie Of The Year Blake Griff my sh** bang too. It's so many people hatin', maybe you should try it With no label behind us, because this sh** is biased. You wanna hear about the ratchets I be spittin', or maybe when it's beef how Imma go and pop a clip in? Or how I'm in the Kitchen water whippin'? Well, you supportin' worthless rap, hope you never purchase that Bottom line, everything these artists say is fictional. If it was true, then them n***as Would be in prison so.. My n***as do dirt and hide low, until they hear the silence I'm like a circus side show how I be spittin' fire. And all my n***as smokin' good When they twist and light up, good year, she work my wood here, that's why yo' chick is tired Here's a fact I can tell you about my similies, they ain't all that, but I've mastered my delivery Nevermind the Jordans, Louie V's what Imma cop instead It's like I walked through a crime scene, because the bottoms red I been the best in my age bracket since Biggie died