paroles de chanson Rose Gold Patek! - Autumn!

For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym
He movin' all kinda weight
I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen
But they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more
I be feelin' out of place
Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie
Yeah, we got all kinda tapes

Just fucked, now she want her a bag
I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets
So fat, them bitches, they outta shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it

Cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly
I know she outta space
My nigga sip like a patient
I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money

I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga
The one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip
Baby on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape

Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down
But I cannot embrace
If you ain't talkin' no money, okay then
Bro, get the fuck out my face

Just wired a hunnid K to a brand new bank and, no, it was a Chase
Imma drown out all these pussy ass niggas
Stop playin', know that your life erased
Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels
Yeah, that's my typa Wraith

I need a hunnid motherfuckin' mill' in any typa way
My bitch thick as fuck, she ain't missin'
No meals, she got a nice lil' shape
Just took her to the penthouse
She like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place"

For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym
He movin' all kinda weight
I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen
But they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more
I be feelin' out of place
Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie
Yeah, we got all kinda tapes

Just fucked, now she want her a bag
I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat
Them bitches, they outta shape

This a rose gold Patek
But you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly
I know she outta space
My nigga sip like a patient
I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money

I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga
The one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip
Baby on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape