Sushi & Cashmere ft. Nate Frxsca Lyrics

Alright

Yea

I got it

Ok cool

We up forever

Pretty much

Like 12 in the morning man we recording

Now it's 2 o'clock man

Know what it is (shhh)

Runforever

Yea

Got a bad bitch yeah, got a bigger check

Lately I been hopping up on flights that's why I ain't get to text

I been countin' blue hundreds all night, boy I'm not getting rest

Dodging paparazzi, my only problem when I'm with a bitch

I'm weighing out my options, buy a pint or travel continents

They say life a game, I stacked my pape, bought property monopoly

Bought my bitch a Louis bag, that shit equivalent to 4 pounds of weed

My white boy in LA scorin' the drank just like he Austin Reeves

My hoes want me to kick the cup I told em that's that stupid shit

I'm in Saint Laurent, I'm in Saint Michael, I'm Saint Lunatic

When I drop my album my streams go up it get ludicrous

Niggas buying views thinking they lit I don't know who he is

Send that bitch to get up with you, break yo pockets make you pay her bills

I see that nigga wearing the playboi carti's like he Yo Pi'erre

Got 30 milligrams kvk tech hot opioids in here

I'm all on different island ordering sushi, sweater cashmere

If you trying to put in work boy get up with me

She want me to splash in it, heard wassup with me

Unky threw it on the table, that's a white Bentley

I got a promo on the bag like I'm P Diddy

Make a play then peace out ima rich hippie

Yea she trying to catch my nut I be there in a jiffy

I seen one turn to two that's when it all hit me

I told her keep a bare face she don't need a filly

I heard she fucked on my mans I'm like oh really

I been skating through the trenches like I'm wearing heely's

I'm on some big dog shit, niggas still silly

I would've splashed in his hoe, but he a try to kill me

Niggas killing over pussy I don't really get it

You think she a bad bitch, she just a pretty ticket

I'll let her think I'm broke fr I ain't tripping

I keep a baddie in the telly she like London Tipton

I left the city just to rest I'm sleeping in a villa

My bag did the Sada dance I been counting skrilla

It's cashmere sweaters, eating sushi, hiding in the Hilton's

I'm in the back, black range, feel like Bill Clinton