Japan Lyrics

Seriously what is all this shit?

What are you even looking for?

Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles?

Music! We need music!

This is music!

Running with my gang, stacking up my bands (with my twizzy, rackity rack)

Driving in a Rarri, buying out these brands

Yo bitch love my money, you know she a fan (ha ha ha)

Take her on vacation, fly her to Japan

Running with my gang, stacking up my bands (with my twizzy, rackity rack)

Driving in a Rarri, buying out these brands

Yo bitch love my money, you know she a fan (ha ha ha)

Take her on vacation, fly her to Japan

Why you always gotta be a let down?

Talk to my hand, to my wrist, to my bust down

Big guap, look at all the zeros in my bank account

You know I be living in a movie call it Paramount

I been on the line, you did some fake shit

I don't have the time for that, you wanna waste my patience

Riding round the town Imma lane split

Talking shit to me you get ya dome hit

Call me but she nat, nat, folding like it's blackjack

Snitching you a rat, rat, vision like I'm Kodak

Choppa make him get back, smoke ya homies pack, pack

Cut all of the chit chat, you a bitch admit that

Running with my gang, stacking up my bands (with my twizzy, rackity rack)

Driving in a Rarri, buying out these brands

Yo bitch love my money, you know she a fan (ha ha ha)

Take her on vacation, fly her to Japan

Running with my gang, stacking up my bands (with my twizzy, rackity rack)

Driving in a Rarri, buying out these brands

Yo bitch love my money, you know she a fan (ha ha ha)

Take her on vacation, fly her to Japan