Autumn! Rose Gold Patek!

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[Intro]
(Yoo Max)
(Excluqzt)

[Chorus]
For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym, he movin’ all kind of weight
Hell nah, my niggas ain’t workin’ in no kitchen, but they known for swappin’ plates
Can’t hang ’round with no broke-ass niggas no more, I be feelin’ out of place
Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, yeah, we got all kind of tapes
Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, „I’m broke,” but, baby, that’s not the case
I’ve been runnin’ it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they outta shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can’t find it ’cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna fuck me off of some molly, I know she outer space
My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, „Slow down,” he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want ’cause she know I’m that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac’ with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not an ape

[Verse]
Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down, but I cannot embrace
If you ain’t talkin’ no money, okay then, bro, get the fuck out my face
Just wired a hundred K to a brand new bank and know it was a Chase
I’ma drown out all these pussy-ass niggas, stop playin’, know that your life erased
Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels, yeah, that’s my type of Wraith
I need a hundred motherfuckin’ mill’ in any type of way
My bitch thick as fuck, she ain’t missin’ no meals, she got a nice lil’ shape
Just took her to the penthouse, she like, „Damn, you got a nice lil’ place”

[Chorus]
For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym, he movin’ all kind of weight
Hell nah, my niggas ain’t workin’ in no kitchen, but they known for swappin’ plates
Can’t hang ’round with no broke-ass niggas no more, I be feelin’ out of place
Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, yeah, we got all kind of tapes
Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, „I’m broke,” but, baby, that’s not the case
I’ve been runnin’ it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they outta shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can’t find it ’cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna fuck me off of some molly, I know she outer space
My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, „Slow down,” he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want ’cause she know I’m that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac’ with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not an ape