Celine ft. Tay B Lyrics

I be crispy, fucking clean

Mix Chanel with the Celine

I still rock Amiri jeans

These a thousand fuck you mean

Bitches come, we hit the scene

Shaking ass she trying to be seen

I Treat my bitches like they queen

Like my bitches thick and mean

I'm a trapper, not a rapper

We get active, niggas acting

This a striker still in traffic

Niggas cappers not a factor

Boy, you broke u like a fracture

If you die, it wouldn't matter

Put your dumb ass on a platter

Name a bitch, I bet I had her

Every day, I count a 50

Ain't no niggas fucking with me

I sell pounds from here to Philly

I'm the man up in my city

Every nigga with me blickied dare a nigga try to stick me

Got enough to buy a Richie, but that Patek really fit me

I spend thousands on my bitch

I've been cutting, I've been rich

I'm not mad, them niggas switch

I've been knew that boy a bitch

They telling lies, get off my dick

60,000 on my wrist

This shit real life, not on no twitch

I spend rackeys on a fit

Who Killed that nigga, I don't know

Please don't ask me how to go

All this paper, that shit show

Try to keep it on the low

I started off in selling O's

Now I only sell the bows

On that same shit with the bros

Getting money, fucking hoes

I be crispy, fucking clean

Mix Chanel with the Celine

I still rock Amiri jeans

These a thousand, fuck you mean

Bitches come, we hit the scene

Shaking ass she trying to be seen

I Treat my bitches like they queens

Like my bitches thick and mean

I'm a trapper , not a rapper

We get active, niggas acting

This a striker still in traffic

Niggas cappers not a factor

Boy, you broke you like a fracture

If you die, it wouldn't matter

Put your dumb ass on a platter

Name a bitch, I bet I had her

This Chanel mixed with Celine

5,000 for these Louie kicks

I do not wear mcqueens

I ain't never pay a bitch to fuck

I pay her just to leave

I got dough so hoes be on my nuts

But this ain't Krispy Kreme

When I get a hit and really go legit

I'ma really miss my fiends

Ain't drinking wock no, mo' dog

I'ma really miss my lean

My young niggas ride around strikers

Wth switches on it with the beans

I don't want no bitch that be in niggas' face

I be liking mine mean

We just counted up to 200 in the spot

just me and Tez

I just want to see some Ms

I ain't trying to see no feds

Have my young nigga go tap his nugget

Call him an Ant Ed

I really got that type of money

I be fucking best friends

I be crispy fucking clean

Mix Chanel with the Celine

I still rock Amiri Jeans

These a thousand fuck you mean

Bitches come, we hit the scene

Shaking ass she trying be seen

I Treat my bitches like they queens

Like my bitches thick and mean

I'm a trapper, not a rapper

We get active, niggas acting

This a striker still in traffic

Niggas cappers not a factor

Boy, you broke you like a fracture

If you died, it wouldn't matter

Put your dumb ass on a platter

Name a bitch, I bet I had her

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