Tory Lanez - n***as In Paris (Freestyle) lyrics

I am swimmin' in money And pullin' yo' chick and I dip it in honey I'm baggin' them b**hes You n***as is bummy I know what it is, holdin' it in n***as wan' play like "Oh what it is" Talkin' like "That n***a know what it is" But when 44 come, that sh** don't come That n***a gon' run BANG Get the whole drum Civic flock yo' lambo Rock my roca pants low No, my name ain't Lindsay But yo' girl gimme low hand (Lohan) though I got swave like ta-ta You in the daze like la la I'm from the T Dot city Where the city ain't pretty The n***as gotta deal with the matas like rah-rah Stand by watch 'em gaze in amazement I said I'm sick like AIDS in a patient Ya talk sh** get grazed in the basement It's time for the lave and the swave sh** But no time for the fakes and lame sh** Don't see the whole team go ape sh** Go mad, go dumb, go crazy So bad, so good, so swavey Oh baby, I swear I could spit this sh** about a million times I got a billion rhymes, I got a trillion dimes And I don't even mean women I mean coins If we winnin' Then she joins But we pa** And she points and says "These boys .. Damn them n***as they be comin' 'round doin' thiiiiisssss" G5 gon' fly straight to the crib Boy you know I'm tryna f** me a stewardess Baby, you don't need no shots, just take 2 of this Since I don't make-out, the stuff I do ain't allowed I'm giving you too much heat I'm gon' take Bosh, Lebron and Wade out The f** ya' n***as talkin' Ya' still corny with your braids out I heard yo chick's a k**a Tell her to come and blow my brains out Oh hold up, I heard snakes in the gra** So I gotta cut the lawn low And I'm sippin' on a Merlot And them n***as gon' chat till the 9 on they back like Rondo Your girls, my girls, my girl, my girls Oh girl, hi girl, by girl Lookin' for a white girl But I'm not Tyga But you know a Tiger would (Wood) if a tiger could This a wood shop cla**, come climb my wood I got a new whip with designed out hood And you ain't never in it The whip like penny You n***as Pooh, you something like Winnie And the beat keeps going And the freaks keep blowin' And the freaks keep goin' Till the skeet skeet goin' In her cheeks she's holdin' it Ew, I'm sorry ya'll Had to stop on that line Almost got in that rhyme On the top of that line Huh, use somethin' from the top of my mind Ah damn, ah sh**, goin' outta my mind And ya not on my time I'mma shoot her 9 times With the luger 99 Make the swave go threw her her 9 times If a man wanna talk that sh** like he a big cat, betta have 9 lives See I said "I don't talk, please let the judge speak" I'm so ahead of ya'll, I wrote this next week You said your love strong, but your chest weak I said you are now flockin' with the best T .. O-R-Y You ain't never seen no car fly 9 times outta 10 n***as say you last year Last year it was your time This year it's Tory time Next year is Tory time Call me father, Maury time Ya n***as need some more time Mutha flock ya'll I'm on more grind So if you don't like me, then mutha f** you too Cause I don't give a sh** 'bout the f** you do, n***a