Lyrics Bowie Empire - Quinta

Don't get me wrong
Feeling the pressure
Don't get me wrong
I think it's a blessing
She want it bad, bad, bad, bad
Just back it up
She need a bag, bag, bag, bag,
So bag it up
I ain't gon follower the leader, I'm hearding my sheep as we speak
Just give me a week, I'll trade in Givenchy coz I needed fleece
The blacker the berry, the harder the bars, I just need a beat
The blacker the berry, the harder it falls, back to the streets
All of this green all over my body, I know that I look like Luigi
Christmas in Yves, but she just a fiend, and I got the water like Fiji
I need a ring, I been committed so I need Obama to greet me
I had a dream, I must be a king, but I ain't been signing no treaty

Hop out a Jeep
Back in the streets
Throwin' these ones up
Watch 'em fall in a heap
I make it rain dog
Bowie on sleeve
Feelin' the flame dog
Like a hunnid degrees
Black and white, got the name tatted on the fabric
Patty Mills, hit the step back like it's magic
Blue chips, makin' stock fly like Aladdin
Had to show you what we doin' now, high fashion

Hop out a Jeep
Back in the streets
Throwin' these ones up
Fall in a heap
I make it rain dog
Bowie on sleeve
Feelin' the flame dog
Like a hunnid degrees

I just want money and power for change, I'm built like a CEO
All of this water I drip on the chain, I swear you could see it flow
All these accountants I put in the gang, I swear it's like BDO
Shawty don't like it when all of 'em hang, I told her it's business though
Take a shot, I'm on the move now
Cruise the city with the roof down
Tie die drip all on me
Everybody tryna rep for the crew now
Coz imma go win it
I told you I'm back
I don't need permission
See I got a vision
I'm fitted in Bowie
I'm letting you witness
Ice so cold on my chest in the booth, my room like a freezer
I been playing point so long, you just sittin the bench or the bleachers
I'm telling you I run this game, I ain't really got the time for a feature
I been tryna run this thang
I ain't really tryna please you, so hop out a Jeep

Hop out a Jeep
Back in the streets
Throwin' these ones up
Watch 'em fall in a heap
I make it rain dog
Bowie on sleeve
Feelin' the flame dog
Like a hunnid degrees
Black and white, got the name tatted on the fabric
Patty Mills, hit the step back like it's magic
Blue chips, makin' stock fly like Aladdin
Had to show you what we doin' now, high fashion
Hop out a Jeep
Back in the streets
Throwin' these ones up
(Fall in a heap)
I make it rain dog
Bowie on sleeve
Feelin' the flame dog
Like a hunnid degrees
Black and white, got the name tatted on the fabric
Patty Mills, hit the step back like it's magic
Blue chips, makin' stock fly like Aladdin
Had to show you what we doin' now, high fashion