Omerta

My life like a movie this shit crazy still trying figure out

I took a dash straight for the cash im on a paper route

I really rather run up my bag they rather run they mouth

She keep comparing me to her last dont know what thats about

And all my bitches pick up the tab its only bosses round

Sitting back perfecting my craft they starting to love the sound

Smelling like dolce and gabanna mixed with exotic pounds

Dont gotta do too much searching to find the flyest around

My hoodie four hunnit dollars my jeans is three hunnit

My sneakers cant get em they was exclusive to london

These niggas so broke i think they allergic to money

He in love with her but she on her way to just come and suck me