Patek Lyrics

(Collin on the beat)

(*producer tag*)

Oh you been out yeen take no risk

I just a lil jit when I thought about this

Got in my bag when I went in that kitch

I aint even sleep rolly rest on my wrist

This dirt bike flow imma pop my shit

Fly white boy with

Some ouu white kicks

I don't care what you think

She don't want my kids

Bitch look at the wrist

Oh We know what next

Ice out Phillipe now I call em Patek

Vvs diamonds buss on my neck

Wake up ona prayer I get out bed

They know imma user Im keeping em fed

I pray that I wake when I'm laying my head

you aint taking my life

Cus I'll never go with it

I Really be stacking

Stopped Flipping my chickens

I work all effecicent

I stand on my gwuala

I get plenty bidness

You Watching my pocket

Like n Go mind your bidness

Cus imma get paid as long as im living

It's not just a promise I made it my mission (*producer tag*)

I'll die with a billion before I go missing

My shit too effective

I stand on the scrimmage

I count up my dollars

It go to the ceiling

My roof going missing

Tryn do what I done

That's gone take you a minute

I tried getting money

That shit got addictive

Ill get me that whip

with the stars on the ceiling

I stack up my profits

I'm making a killing

I had to get smarter

So they wouldnt get me

Its 007 i tie up my shoelace

Step out the bank

I walked out with a blue face

You wanna get paid

I could tell you like two ways

I just got a plaque and it's coming in today

BasedCollin with it I don't care what who say

MidCitySlim got a bag'n he too paid