CARTIER BANDS of LUST

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
Point him out, that broke boy ain't get no money
Yeah, I come from the side where it ain't sunny, yeah
Always knew that I'd be rich one day
On that sticky-icky 'til
I been smoking lala, sipping that bubbly
Bitch, you got bacteria, you cannot touch me
Got these [?] they think I'm cuffing
Little slut-'ut-'ut, fuck [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
Fuck the bitch 'til I run out of stamina
Got the stick on me, dawg, it ain't jamming up
Got your bitch on me, dawg, and we sharing her
Call me daddy but I ain't her parent, uh
It's just me and lil' Noir in the 'Claren
Who the fuck is that nigga keep staring
Really rip through a temple for daring
I'm way hotter than him, no comparing
No, we don't connect, ain't no pairing
You want war? We the ones to clear it
Overseas with the drip that I'm wearing
It's a pain in my heart [?]
The world is yours just like Tony Montana
Yeah, I just pray to God I get my mom out the kennel

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
Point him out, that broke boy ain't get no money
Yeah, I come from the side where it ain't sunny, yeah
Always knew that I'd be rich one day
On that sticky-icky 'til
I been smoking lala, sipping that bubbly
Bitch, you got bacteria, you cannot touch me
Got these [?] they think I'm cuffing
Little slut-'ut-'ut, fuck [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Rasta Papii]
I'm taking my time like I hardly can be up
That boy broke, he stress 'bout a re-up
I'm whipping the pot, you know it got beat up
I'm smoking this dope, I'm kicking my feet up
I'm moving too fast, I feel like a cheetah
She calling me sad but I do not need her
Ain't worried 'bout cat, gotta run up the meter
We doing the dash in a two-seater
Shawty wanna ride, when I catch her, I'ma pass her to my bro
No reply when I'm done, might as well wipe her nose
I can tell that you broke, lil' mama gonna hit the floor
That boy mad mad, 2020, man they lost hope

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
Point him out, that broke boy ain't get no money
Yeah, I come from the side where it ain't sunny, yeah
Always knew that I'd be rich one day
On that sticky-icky 'til
I been smoking lala, sipping that bubbly
Bitch, you got bacteria, you cannot touch me
Got these [?] they think I'm cuffing
Little slut-'ut-'ut, fuck [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah