Falling

Cliff, Cliff
Oh my gosh, is that Yarn?

(Shoot)
Shoot it up, nigga we ain't balling
Pour a four tech, baby I'm falling
Yuh, yuh
Jun Takahashi, baby I'm the sharpest
New Dior, I think she like my garment
I got this tech 9, I cannot disarm it
Neiman Marcus, baby what is Target
He a rat, he a [?]
I hear the money calling, baby this is urgent
All day in the bank, baby I be earning
Spend a grip in Louis, I will not return it
Pour a four tech, sip it out the bottle
Prada tee, it came from Milano
Aston Martin, Murcielago
I'm seeing green, pull up to Wells Fargo
My pockets fat, your pockets fit, nigga you broke as shit
30 on me and I'm holding that shit, I won't let go of the shit
He talking down [?], I want the cheese and swiss
I got the Glock, it with a beam, tell me I cannot miss
She said I'm handsome
[?] ransom
Steal the handgun
Girl that's my companion
All these damn funds, no you can't have none
Blue cheese in my pocket, and it weight a damn ton
RCXD, inbound, target acquired
Let's go to Saks, let's spend a bag, baby I'm the buyer
This Helmut Lang, it ain't cost a thing, baby tell me who flyer
These niggas be singing and ratting to 12, go join the choir
He want my bread, and he want beef, turn him to a slider
If he want beef, [?] his meat, like Oscar Mayer
And she left you, now she with me, she's my rider
Number Nine with the Rick, I think she like my attire
My pockets fat, your pockets fit, nigga you broke as shit
30 on me and I'm holding that shit, I won't let go of the shit