I parked the German car while you get down
I have all the styles from January to December

Do you like my Cartier or my Rolex?
Do you prefer my jeans down or my tracksuit? (Let's go)
I put it on my head like my cap
If I don't wear a hood everyone stops me (sku)
I wear Dior as if I were Christian
What do you think of this watch with crystals?
She snaps my AMG seats because it's written on it
I want to run away but my past follows me (yes)
Admit that you've never seen so much freshness
It's cold when I smoke so I have to let the car run
Bitch, bitch wants me to break her, she loves the writing on my face
AMG, it's written on it, on the dial of my watch there are crystals
If I was broke you would have told me "get lost" (get out)
But anyway, what shoes should I wear? (Which ones baby, baby?)

Look at the cash I stash, it doesn't fit in your pocket
I had a car, wow, my lifestyle was ugly
Ignore their opinions, but your parents are right
I'm trafficking in the network (wow, wow)
What's new at home? Now, I'm in your neighborhood
I thought we could fuck

Baby, should I wear the Fendi or the 4 seasons stones
Put on your makeup, go out later, I'm in front of the house
I parked the German car, while you get down to a delivery spot
Often I'm mad at you for no real reason
Others call it love

In the closet, there are diamonds, black gold
Baby tell me see you later, it stresses me when we say goodbye

If everyone had style, babe, I wouldn't have any
American in behavior yet I come from Paris
Me, me, bang, bang, then I leave
Ha-ha, bang, bang, firecracker in the closet
Smoked on the money
I put together the gloves with the hats and the scarves
In the closet I have a Glock flashlight for the low blows
A Glock flashlight for the low blows
And Backwoods bags, I don't smoke Cuban cigars

Look at the cash I stash, it doesn't fit in your pocket
I had a car, wow, my lifestyle was ugly
Ignore their opinions, your parents are right
I'm trafficking in the network
What's new at home? Now, I'm in your neighborhood
I thought we could fuck

Baby, should I wear the Fendi or the 4 seasons stones
Put on your makeup, go out later, I'm in front of the house
I parked the German car, while you get down to a delivery spot
Often I'm mad at you for no real reason
Others call it love

L1, L2
Everything is a matter of choice

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