A$AP ANT - Time Crisis lyrics
[A$AP ANT - Time Crisis lyrics]
Went to Cali, man the playas albino
On the world tour for the riches like Lionel
Sellin' Britney Spears on the block
That's a high note
Money can't fit in my jeans, need cargos
Gallery Department, you know the point
Slimin' tracks, smooth, ointment
Your money too short like Earl Boykin
Cars, clothes, cam recording
S-slide on my Audi doors
German car, this not no Ford
Brand new script, this brand new doctor
All this Gucci, you thought I was Flocka
Somebody please tell me who hotter
Yeah I did Louis but I might go Prada
Bob Marley, we private, I smoke like a Rasta
I know where I'm goin'
I don't need no advisor
Palm trees, Miami, driving the Bentley
Your weed be garbage, that shit made me dizzy
Nascar R8, money like Bill Gates
Mama don't gotta worry that her bills paid
After you count it, you gotta recount it
Diamonds so clear you can
Drink out the fountain
Trubisky smoke fucked up my rental
They love me in LA, they say we miss you
Fan started crying, I gave him a tissue
Red dot on the forehead, call him a Hindu
Gave nigga a test like a number 2 pencil
Poured up a four but I meant to pour two
Car got a camera, 3D, RV
Glock like a cheerleader, it's gonna flip you
These niggas soft, I didn't mean to diss you
Shorty she under me, that's my apprentice
For the Marino, I charge a ticket
I can't cool off like I stay in the kitchen
Blair Witch, his body be missin'
Play like Jason, don't do no kiddin'
Went to Cali, man the playas albino
On the world tour for the riches like Lionel
Sellin' Britney Spears on the block
That's a high note
Money can't fit in my jeans, need cargos
Gallery Department, you know the point
Slimin' tracks, smooth, ointment
Your money too short like Earl Boykin
Cars, clothes, cam recording
On the world tour for the riches like Lionel
Sellin' Britney Spears on the block
That's a high note
Money can't fit in my jeans, need cargos
Gallery Department, you know the point
Slimin' tracks, smooth, ointment
Your money too short like Earl Boykin
Cars, clothes, cam recording
S-slide on my Audi doors
German car, this not no Ford
Brand new script, this brand new doctor
All this Gucci, you thought I was Flocka
Somebody please tell me who hotter
Yeah I did Louis but I might go Prada
Bob Marley, we private, I smoke like a Rasta
I know where I'm goin'
I don't need no advisor
Palm trees, Miami, driving the Bentley
Your weed be garbage, that shit made me dizzy
Nascar R8, money like Bill Gates
Mama don't gotta worry that her bills paid
After you count it, you gotta recount it
Diamonds so clear you can
Drink out the fountain
Trubisky smoke fucked up my rental
They love me in LA, they say we miss you
Fan started crying, I gave him a tissue
Red dot on the forehead, call him a Hindu
Gave nigga a test like a number 2 pencil
Poured up a four but I meant to pour two
Car got a camera, 3D, RV
Glock like a cheerleader, it's gonna flip you
These niggas soft, I didn't mean to diss you
Shorty she under me, that's my apprentice
For the Marino, I charge a ticket
I can't cool off like I stay in the kitchen
Blair Witch, his body be missin'
Play like Jason, don't do no kiddin'
Went to Cali, man the playas albino
On the world tour for the riches like Lionel
Sellin' Britney Spears on the block
That's a high note
Money can't fit in my jeans, need cargos
Gallery Department, you know the point
Slimin' tracks, smooth, ointment
Your money too short like Earl Boykin
Cars, clothes, cam recording