we were getting lunch at 1:30And now it's 2:29It's

is how it feels to have a winning streak, babyRockin'

minimal, minimal, minimalMinimal, minimal, minimal, minimalMinimal, in here tryna

baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all

pour me up a double shot of baby

pour me up a double shot of whiskeyThey know me

baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin’ me all night

wake up every SaturdayMake my bedBless the streetsWorking 9 to

live Beverly Hills straight covered in greaseI'm a lone-ass

start it from the Drip, SplashDrip, Drip, SplashDrip, Drip,

'em rest in pain and long live the gangAll that

see dead-ends, but we're still goin' strongWe've been headin'

on the gas, out on the roadGoin' for

still cold with my coat onYou can find me where

holding on to your sweet greenThings ain't what they seemWake

I: fall to piecesEach time I see you

God’s always workingSo I be praisin’ Him all night

this must be my second life (uh)Tried to kill

can't cowboys cry?Ain't felt this down in a long timeI

baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all