Roc Marciano - Burkina Faso lyrics

[Verse 1] Chase money, taste bubbly Aches, I get the shakes Takes more than c**aine to numb me Bang ace, angel grace but I ain't grumpy .44 Bulldog, no time to raise puppies As a youth I was a drifter Tan chucks, you keep the dunks - I'm not a hipster Forever thuggin', break the oath I send a ho to get ya Bad b**h, squeeze the colt like a boa constrictor Might cop the Lotus but I've outgrown it The barrel smoke, my targets is never out of focus Me and my lady slow kiss, low in the hot tub soakin' Michael Bolton soft word spoken You dudes nerds, I cruise and turn, you ? That's my word, I call my Lil Uzi Vert Shout out [?] in Newark Taste my new work to make fiends shoes chirp like a bluebird Lime green Diablos, Pica**os, bikini models My queen from Burkina Faso Dreamy eye ho, body like a bottle I was rockin' some mean Feraggamo hard-bottoms Y'all ain't gotta pay me homage, just pay me in dollars There really ain't nothing left to say about it I'm Audi [Verse 2] Stock on the Tec fold to the left n***a VVSs have my neck lit up You gave your necklace up, you jetted in the Cressida Might paint the Maybach matte black, it got eczema (ashy) Don't get beside yourself boy I get you clipped My little midget b**h kick you in the dick Crocodile tears for pimps, snakeskins Harley Davidsons, I'm on my eighth Benz Shot where alligator swim, gla** of Jameson Sammy Davis frames Covered every base you made a [?] Take caution, I'm taking offerings I had b**hes hawking in Nordstroms, to long Austrians Saw the BMs from the Auris like Michael DeLorean Let's see who was next on the laundry list I knew him as a scrawny kid, we was gonna be lit Shorties I was like fourteen then No kleenex, not out the game my nose it ain't clean yet Might hold up the CVS to catch Xanax Hammers up in the handrest, damn I'm fresh My leather look like sandwich spread My waves silky like my last name Sanchez