#MoreGorgeous

Tiny ass jeans, 's how I'm feeling like a rock star
Big ass bitch, she ain't know I was a rap star
Tryna claim my drip, nigga you is a impostor
Ooh, Cartier
Pull up on your bitch, rocking Gallery Department
And he got a stash, no weed in my compartment
And he got a stash, no gun in my compartment
Stick on my lap just in case you wanna start shit
I'm a blood eater, give no fuck, I'ma park it
Shawty see me, and she walk my way, she callin'
Now I'm going up, and I'm looking more gorgeous
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Ooh, Cartier
I'ma fuck your bitch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Ooh
I'ma fuck your bitch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous
Ooh
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Pull up to the lights, pass you and it's horses
I'ma fuck your bitch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Tiny ass pants, baby go ahead Dior me
Know I got that bag, baby Dora the Explorer me
I don't give no fuck, I fuck that bitch while I'm recording
Got her off the Perc', and she can't stop sayin' she love me
I'ma take your bitch, she with me till the morning
Take her to my room, bite her neck when I'm horny
We under the moon, baby don't you disappoint me
Pull up [?] after you get that anointing
Ooh Cartier
Tiny ass jeans, 's how I'm feeling like a rock star
Big ass bitch, she ain't know I was a rap star
Tryna claim my drip, nigga you is a impostor