Brioni shawl collar/Catfish

(Desire)

It's lil' Rino (brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)

Mmm, I'm really talkin' on this bitch

Just hear me out

Just listen

Maybe you'll learn somethin'

The pussy ain't mine if she ain't got my name on it

Slacks ain't got no crease, I need 'em starched, I don't want no stains on it

I'll whack your ass in my suit, but it's Brioni, I don't want no stains on it

(Haha, you smell me? I don't want no stains on it) yeah

Catch me, city, rollin' 'round the H in some shit you never heard of

Gotta pay my fuckin' lawyers off, get my brother off for this murder

If I run you some shit that happened, you can't never speak about it, it's omertà

Am I really satisfied with the man that I see up in the mirror?

I'm talkin' about my life

I'm talkin' about that nigga that's never wrong, think he always right

Already seen an M, now I'm tryna see a B

When I bought this sedan, it came with both keys

If it ain't 'bout the money, just keep shit brief

Ain't none of these niggas gon' checkmate me

Tell the contractor, "I need marble floors"

I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot

Heart ain't got no room for a bitch, so I bought her a suite

S-class key sweep her off her feet

You wanna trip overseas and let him buy you fake CC

I know a new Birkin'll make you forgive me

She can't see past diamonds, that's as far as she see

These bitches be dancers and wanna be seen as queens

Oh, man

I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot

Bitches wanna be seen as queens (desire)

These bitches wanna be seen as queens

These bitches say that nigga a fiend

Ayy, these bitches wanna be seen as queens

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Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day

Throw that ass back right now, haha, look

Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day

I'm in somethin' so fast, you can't catch me on the E-way (E-way, E-way)

How many drinks you gotta have until a nigga get to your hotspot?

Fell in love with bein' by myself, I don't really pop out

I don't want these niggas up in my picture, they gettin' cropped out

I'm like MJ with the gloves on

Muddy shit up my Styrofoam

Singin' to you like my microphone

I'm damaged, baby, you can see it up in my eyes, I don't wanna do you wrong

Yeah, you want me, we can motherfuckin' try, but it won't last long (brr)

She keep tryna go through my phone

She keep tryna see what a young nigga on

Lil' baby, I'm bad to that bone

Can't be in my close friends 'cause you know I be gone

I ain't nothin' like your last nigga

Baby girl, I'm not none of them trash niggas

I ain't none of them average niggas

You a bad bitch, I'm a bad nigga

I'm so happy I ain't get catfished

I'd be sad, nigga, I'd be sad, nigga

Only reason I be rappin'

I be gettin' motherfuckin' racks in

In my end, that's all I'm tapped in

In your end, that's how I'm tappin' in

Last nigga couldn't do nothin' with you, so he had to motherfuckin' turn me in

I be singing like a fuckin' reverend

I be gone off this fuckin' medicine

And I'm higher than a fuckin' pelican

Like the president, I go through hella shit

Let me see what my schedule is 'fore I let you in and just be damaged, bitch