Celine Shades

[Intro]
Celine shades
(Fresh on the Beat, so you know that shit slaps)

[Verse 1]
Uh, Celine shades, I just bought my chick a Celine bag
She told me she love me, I said, "You don't mean that"
Faeva Afta Bread, man, you know that I mean F.A.B.​
She tried to lay me down, told her, "I ain't a bean bag"
Louis on, baby, and they cost fifteen
[?][0:22] since I was sixteen
The dopest 'round here when I spit sixteens
I'm like Joe Montana every sweet sixteen
Oh, my old-school clean and the paint on wet
Oh, I just hit Carl, man, dropped fifty on the neck
Oh, man, them boys ain't shot nothin', they dropped fifty on the net
The white Clark over the middle, girl, this the catch
Oh, baby, I'ma hump like, "Uh"
Oh, I'll pass on the pearl if she drunk
I never sweat the pussy, Pepé Le Pew the skunk
In a school full of players I'll never flunk

[Chorus]
I'm in that old-school car, just bumpin' to bump
Got the top down, baby, with the thump in the trunk
Police pulled up, said, "Enough is enough"
I said, "Okay," pulled off, I turned it back up
I like my music loud, I make my people proud
When they see me in my car, they can't help but smile
The engine sound good and the paint is wet
I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget

[Verse 2]
Game, game, that's all I spit
I mean, cheesy macaroni, that's all I get
I put gold thangs on all my whips
Throw you thirty grams on all my zips
Them extra twos for you, go do what you do
I'm a rockstar, movie star, movies to shoot
Might hit the hot tubs and jacuzzis for two
Oh, it's Gucci for me, it's Louis for you
In my shades I can see real clear
One eye on the road, one eye on the rear
The sun hit my Rollie, it be hard to steer
Drivin' home at night, I think I hit me a deer
I told her, "Meet me at the bar, we could have a beer"
We could hop on a plane, or we could take the Lear'
Front row, Fabby baby never sit in the rear
I'm the dopest rapper with the dopest engineer

[Chorus]
I'm in that old-school car, just bumpin' to bump
Got the top down, baby, with the thump in the trunk
Police pulled up, said, "Enough is enough"
I said, "Okay," pulled off, I turned it back up
I like my music loud, I make my people proud
When they see me in my car, they can't help but smile
The engine sound good and the paint is wet
I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget

[Verse 3]
Music cut up, when I slide, I dip
Northside, baby, my side, I trip
Blues in my pocket like I'm sidin' with crips
Bottoms on my feet like a SuWu pimp
Fashion week in Paris, I was walkin' the rope
I don't do the local things, I be talkin' the globe
Put my speaker phone on when I'm all on the mode
I 'member when my mama used to ride in the Probe
Now that's Lamborghinis and Maseratis
If I'm not on the list, I won't go to the party
Big diamonds all on my wrist
Big Birkin bags for all my chicks
European names on all my kicks
Dope Era, baby, on all my fits
Smellin' real good steppin' out of the store
Lookin' like a human walkin' fashion show

[Chorus]
I'm in that old-school car, just bumpin' to bump
Got the top down, baby, with the thump in the trunk
Police pulled up, said, "Enough is enough"
I said, "Okay," pulled off, I turned it back up
I like my music loud, I make my people proud
When they see me in my car, they can't help but smile
The engine sound good and the paint is wet
I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget