Lyrics Burkina Faso - Roc Marciano

Chase money, taste bubbly
Aches, I get the shakes
Takes more than cocaine 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 bitch, 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
Set up recruiting mercs in Newark
Taste my new work to make fiends shoes chirp like a bluebird
Lime green Diablos, Picassos, 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 outtie