Saks Fifth ft. Philly? & damien liriano Lyrics

Allow me to talk my shit

We used to get the packs and get em off real quick

I wanna go to Saks Fifth and spend a bag on my bitch

And babygirl you not my hoe so get the fuck off my tip, oh Lord

I wanna see Johnny Dang, spending like thirty

On a watch and a chain, it's my dream

I'm the one you can blame

I sold weed to math scholars, yeah back in tenth grade, oh Lord

Choppa make him do the tango

I told lil baby come here and taste the rainbow

I know you see the heat, Ima let the flame go

I'm getting different type of money, getting pesos

Take you on a baecation, take you to Barbados

Ima fuck you all night, I know the pussy Fuego

When she get on top yeah she spin like a tornado

A nigga name not Simon, but she do what I say so

I've got too many blessings to not be talking my shit

Got too many many bottles to not be popping my shit

I've learned too many lessons to be dropping the clip

And I'm planning my wedding with a bad ass bitch

I bought her a Calvin purse to keep a glock in that bitch

And if anybody play with her, I'm dropping em quick

Can't be posting nothing 'cause twelve be watching my shit

Can't be living too fast 'cause they be clocking my shit

Oh Lord, and I be rocking my shit

Oh Lord, and I be popping my shit

Oh Lord, Imma keep a glock in this bitch

Oh Lord

I've been feeling fine until I got my clip

And now you dirty and you flirty couldn't pop yo shit

I'm just like Benny, with the jets, yeah, we high as shit

I got my chain on and my wrist, it go drippy drip

And now we going through the city, with my 40 tag

And now we pinning all the cities that we going past

And how we did it, all the people they just gonna ask

Bout how we Rastas, and we rock it

And they sit and laugh, oh yeah they sit and laugh

But I'm not someone to mess with

My momma told me that, she gon be the one restless

I be smoking packs, just forget about bad shit

Yeah rip Z, 50, clips in my backpack

Allow me to talk my shit

We used to get the packs and get em off real quick

I wanna go to Saks Fifth and spend a bag on my bitch

And babygirl you not my hoe so get the fuck off my tip, oh Lord

I wanna see Johnny Dang, spending like thirty

On a watch and a chain, it's my dream

I'm the one you can blame

I sold weed to math scholars, yeah back in tenth grade