Made in Milan

I waited my time, I'm tryna run the game, told em pass the baton

And I never changed, feel like the last of my kind

It was all by design, with the balcony in view, she look back while I'm behind

Palm trees, slight breeze, loose leaf on the blunts

I just wake up to that bread like beignets and croissants

If she stay by my side, I told her she get what she want

Lookin' at the bag, the tag, say made in Milan, it say made in Milan

Girl, you chillin' with a don, I made a hundred off the grind

But I still take a dime, know my word is my bond

She gone give me head now I'm in the back of her mind