F1-50

F1 city lights bright, check the necklace

Grey Rubicon, doors off, eating catfish
I ate so much rigatoni, learned how to speak Italian

Charged up like Duracell, my back got a battery
The nigga in the suite with the iced out medallion
That's what the bitches say every time that I'm around 'em
Sharing a croissant underneath the Eiffel Tower

You can't never say I never broke bread 'bout you
Right wrist, strike that, raincoat, line vamp
Bringin' back with interest and your bitch gon' get her life back
Black car, white van, astronaut, spaceman
Airport vicinity whenever I take off and land
Airport facilities, I'm my high as fuckin' fast
Hamburg, Germany, these bitches wanna taste me
Before I fuck a bitch, I gotta rub her down in saline
Play guitar, bitch said she like Steve Lacy

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Phone, I don't give a fuck 'bout how a bitch date with
Oh, you ain't no psychic, fuck your daily affirmations
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Phone, I don't give a fuck 'bout how a bitch date with
Oh, you ain't no psychic, fuck your daily affirmations

Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah