Lifestyle

(Hook)
Addicted to women, addicted to sex
The commas keep coming got ice on my neck
She hold it down she gon’ get her a Vette
My momma she proud in her mansion she rest
I got these stones in my Cartier lens
It’s sunny outside drop the top on the Benz
She wanna fuck for Dior and some bread
She got up on top but she gotta give head
She still in school so she give me the head
Then kicked her ass out she can’t sleep in my bed
I pulled out the coupe you know it’s candy red
When that money come in I’ll Chananay your neck
But you fucking with Tommy it’s off with your head
That drum hold a hundred we shooters like Steph
A-Team my status I’m repping my flag
Put some bands on your head I’m not living in debt

(Verse 1)
Diamonds they light
Diamonds hit white
Diamonds on ice
Diamonds my bezel they glow in the night
Might knock out your sight my VV’s hit right
You cannot come near my demon these bitches be thieves by the night
But still want the pipe
You did not count up a hundred
The bag you got on you be slight you lost your mind
I got on eight watches I still don’t got time for a bitch that be trippin’ won’t be home by nine
She fuck with my brothers she fuck with the slimes
Baguettes on my forehead my diamonds be shine
Shine, shine, shine
Patek on my wrist know the time's mine
Matte black the Coupe cause we prime time
In love with this fashion might co-sign

(Hook)
Addicted to women, addicted to sex
The commas keep coming got ice on my neck
She hold it down she gon’ get her a Vette
My momma she proud in her mansion she rest
I got these stones in my Cartier lens
It’s sunny outside drop the top on the Benz
She wanna fuck for Dior and some bread
She got up on top but she gotta give head
She still in school so she give me the head
Then kicked her ass out she can’t sleep in my bed
I pulled out the coupe you know it’s candy red
When that money come in I’ll Chananay your neck
But you fucking with Tommy it’s off with your head
That drum hold a hundred we shooters like Steph
A-Team my status I’m repping my flag
Put some bands on your head I’m not living in debt

(Verse 2)
Got shooters all up in the room
Got a shooter with me named by Ju
He shoot like he Curry he carry the tool
Ju Crutch in the city please watch how you move
Don’t know what to do
You rock fake designer from China your shoes
Your diamonds not bussin’ shop Gld be your jewels
How you worried ‘bout me I got nothing to prove
Bring the racks in
Walk in Neiman Marcus from the bank Goyard bag got the stacks in
Money so long hit the track get to lappin’
Spend a cool quarter million on the Audi I ain’t lackin’
Rappin, taxin’, seat belt fastened
New Coupe bae hit the gas we smashin’
Passion, action, playboy mansion
Eight different bitches all the hoes be Latin

(Hook)
Addicted to women, addicted to sex
The commas keep coming got ice on my neck
She hold it down she gon’ get her a Vette
My momma she proud in her mansion she rest
I got these stones in my Cartier lens
It’s sunny outside drop the top on the Benz
She wanna fuck for Dior and some bread
She got up on top but she gotta give head
She still in school so she give me the head
Then kicked her ass out she can’t sleep in my bed
I pulled out the coupe you know it’s candy red
When that money come in I’ll Chananay your neck
But you fucking with Tommy it’s off with your head
That drum hold a hundred we shooters like Steph
A-Team my status I’m repping my flag
Put some bands on your head I’m not living in debt