Exotic Lyrics

I got some exotic shit, a exotic whip, exotic bitch

I got some exotic shit

Exotic whip

Exotic bitch

Baby come take you a sip

I know it ain't Wok but it's still Tris

Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit

Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit

I got all designer on me

Designer my head, designer my jeans

Ha, why is she giving me head?j

You said that she is the girl of your dreams

I been spinning and spinning and spinning

I do not remember a thing

She said that she sick of me counting this money but damn I'm in love with the green

When it comes to money I fiend

Don't try to step between me and these hunnids or nigga the Glock intervene

He tried to step, lil nigga was funny

He met the chop with the beam

I know I'm fitted in Issey and Prada but yeah I still got still got my Supreme

I got some exotic shit

Exotic whip

Exotic bitch

Baby come take you a sip

I know it ain't Wok but it's still tris

Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit

Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit

Foot on your neck and I been stepping in some shit

Damn I spent over a rack on this fit

Hella checks and I'm not set, but I'm still rich

Never pressed over no shit, it come in quick

She suck while I'm counting up c notes

Thumbing through racks in her…

Thumbing through racks in her throat

Yeah I step, uh huh, I know

Watch where you step you too close

Shit it get cold, get designer coats

I hop on a jet I fly to the coast

I got some exotic shit

Exotic whip

Exotic bitch

Baby come take you a sip

I know it ain't Wok but it's still tris

Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit

Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit

I got some exotic shit

Exotic whip

Exotic bitch

Baby come take you a sip

I know it ain't Wok but it's still tris

Trips to the bank, my bag getting heavy, I'm getting real fit

Fuck what he said, get no respect, Nigga I spit