5th Ave Lyrics

Pinky ring dreams with some 6s on me

At the restaurant whip in the valet parking

Only nigga with some stories to tell from the streets

Light skin nigga but here I’m darkest

5th ave shit bitch I like the food

Big mag shit if you flip my mood

Tim Allen Wolf but I hide the tool

PTSD but show gratitude

Niggas finna do shit that I gotta do

You counting numbers

I’m counting dollars and percentages

You look at plays and I look at the relevance

4 different pedigrees but I’m on everything

Cash is a cow and I milk it

Been round me for hours she silky

Never seen niggas move shit like I do shit

Now my energy got her ass willing

Ain’t no ceiling

Top down like Rocky in Paris

Never changed up how I talk they embarrassed

North east nigga so my coat unfair

Snow crystallize when it falls to my hair

Weird

They be on y’all for appearance

They be on the god tryna turn into parents

You hide hoes cuz you can’t get clearance

All my bitches always move coherent

That’s just my type

Maybe you lie and like what you just don’t like

Enough bout y’all

609 waiting for me like a stuck red light

And you niggas that’s spitting on me

Finna get you a bucket to spit in homie

Cuz I’m looking at figures that switch up a tax bracket

Glass thick as my bitch try your axe at it