Vintage

(álbum: Corrupt. - 2017)

I'm just chilling with some bitches 'cause that's how I'm living
And I'm getting all these stacks, get 'em just for spending
Buy a couple Tommy shirts and some Polo fits
All I rock is vintage, all I rock is vintage
Smoke up in the Audi with those windows tinted
Making all this music, give a fuck who listens
Horses in my closet 'cause I fuck up digits
All I rock is vintage, all I rock is vintage
Drinking Fiji water, splashing like a fish
I ain't got no time to care about a bitch
Busy counting money, Louis on my hip
Yeah, I'm rocking what I want, don't give a shit
I did this by myself so why should I listen, ayy
Don't give a fuck about what you gotta say
I'm coming up on my own, I did it my way
And I got some people riding my wave
I'm so faded, getting blown like 64, yeah
Crystal Pepsi with the lean is what I'm sipping, yeah
Fiji diamonds on me, you can see em dripping, ooh, yeah
And I been grinding for this shit, yeah
This year has been hard but you know that I'ma get it
Writing these lyrics, you know that I'm committed
I'm smoking this ganja but no, I'm not addicted
I'm spending this money but you know I'ma flip it
And I keep hearing all these things they say, yeah
But it don't even mean a fucking thing, yeah
And I keep hearing all these things they say, yeah
But it don't even mean a fucking thing, yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Sora, said I got the damn key
And all these words they talk, it don't mean shit to me
I'm rolling bud and looking icy in the fucking Audi
And I got some bitches rocking vintage Tommy

Tommy, rocking vintage Tommy, yeah, vintage Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, rocking vintage Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, got some vintage, yeah
I got some bitches rocking vintage Tommy

Gang
Ayy, ayy, turn up, turn up
I got some bitches rocking Vintage Tommy