CELINE JEANS Lyrics

You must crawl till you start running Celine jeans 22hunnit

Im at the bank teller in London I sippin crystal it bubbly

I double cup then I sip muddy fake luv real killers that luv me

2 guns Brody skied in a hoodie

She with her man I had fucked say what's goodie

I hop out the engine stay runnin 2 R's in the seats ain't no stars in a hummer

We make luv in Hermès covers

Just got the same mother ion fuck with my brother

Celine hat the helmet no huddle 5 bricks in the trap big homie gone juggle

This Rap shit don't work the snow imma shovel

Last 4 winter cold I came louie v bubble

Do it all for my luv these hoe gone tussle

This gun gotta muzzle Brody dump iff the bike then show me you pedal

He got 2 Purple Hearts & he don't want a medal

Gotta grinch 4 A buck everyday I cant settle

Haaaa

Nobu chop sticks sushi no wontons I go to the jeweler

50k in my long johns I Grinchd All day like I had a long job

Stamped up my passport nigga I'm long gone get up the field I'm throwing a long ball

Ball till I Fall off Louie v varsity like imma ball hog

How many night I slept in the waldolf Free mad max the warlord

No friends just got money in the call log bank doing walk ins

Get the money then walk off I just wanna fuck baby why do you talk for

Lil bro wanna score 4 then wanna pour 4

I whipping the car till they AMG fall Off

The Cartiers tinted my eyes cant see far got meds in the cabinet the fuck is a snack bar

Embezzling Louie did it like Madoff Casino they know me they pass the cash off

The junkie they want me to trap more I left that alone why you think that I rap for

She ask for my Name Luxurious bastard

Feds trynna track us the track force I get it out your app I just need your password

10k on my face 10 pairs of glasses

You must crawl till you start running Celine jeans 22hunnit

Im at the bank teller in London I sippin crystal it bubbly

I double cup then I sip muddy fake luv real killers that luv me

2 guns Brody skied in a hoodie

She with her man I had fucked say what's goodie

I hop out the engine stay runnin 2 R's in the seats ain't no stars in a hummer

We make luv in Hermès covers

Just got the same mother ion fuck with my brother

Celine hat the helmet no huddle 5 bricks in the trap big homie gone juggle

This Rap shit don't work the snow imma shovel

Last 4 winter cold I came louie v bubble

You must crawl till you start running Celine jeans 22hunnit

Im at the bank teller in London I sippin crystal it bubbly

I double cup then I sip muddy fake luv real killers that luv me

2 guns Brody skied in a hoodie

She with her man I had fucked say what's goodie