MILAN

[Intro]
(Aye yo Quantich, run them bands up)

[Chorus: Itsmarsyadig]
I could shake and shimmy, drip and drop
Baby got a bag full, I know what you want (Yuh, yuh)
Put her on a flight, she gon' land in Milan (Ya dig)
If she ‘actin right then it’s Yves Saint Laurent (Hold up, hold up, yeah)
I had promethazine in the backpack
With a bad bitch in the backseat
With the Cartier, I can’t see
And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it’s a bad deal
Stack my chicken, I don’t want no green (Yuh, yuh)
My jeans cost more than what’s inside my jeans

[Verse 1: Itsmarsyadig]
Runnin' outta luck, bae, I’m not that type of guy (Ya dig)
I know that you freaky, don’t know why you actin' shy
If I’m feeling bold then I'm gonna roll the die
If I’m out in public, got a model by my side
Yeah, twenty years old, not a nematode but you know I’m drownin' (Drown)
Twenty years old, not a nеmatode but you know I’m drownin' (Yuh)
Cash out my bitch, I throw her some racks and makе her go count it
I’m the type to embarrass accountants

[Chorus: Itsmarsyadig]
I could shake and shimmy, drip and drop
Baby got a bag full, I know what you want (Yuh, yuh)
Put her on a flight, she gon' land in Milan (Ya dig)
If she ‘actin right then it’s Yves Saint Laurent (Hold up, hold up, yeah)
I had promethazine in the backpack
With a bad bitch in the backseat
With the Cartier, I can’t see
And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it’s a bad deal
Stack my chicken, I don’t want no green (Yuh, yuh)
My jeans cost more than what’s inside my jeans

[Verse 2: Yung Rani]
I grew up to love the attention
It’s coming so fast, it ain't set in
I ain’t spoke in a minute, yuh, so give me a minute
I pull up and wave, grab the Mercé
I’m paving the way, so they got it made
They made assumptions
That’s not what I paved, that's not what I
The actions I’m taking ain’t part of a phase
They take a photo and look at me strange
To deal with the bullshit I do
I'm gon' need a raise to do what I do
You'd think it’s untrue, must be a group
It’s only one name, they get embarrassed they not in my lane
Shouldn’t refer to yourself when you mention my name
I might just shoot a scene with a drama queen with her hair tied back
Something from a dream, I don’t wanna leave
I just wanna be posted up, laid back
Probably make her scream, lettin' off steam
Take her somewhere that we she wanna be
Woke up, just a memory (Aye yo Quantich)
Just a memory

[Chorus: Itsmarsyadig]
I had promethazine in the backpack
With a bad bitch in the backseat
With the Cartier, I can’t see
And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it’s a bad deal
Stack my chicken, I don’t want no green (Yuh, yuh)
My jeans cost more than what’s inside my jeans

[Outro]
(Aye yo Quantich, run them bands up)