Autumn! - Rose Gold Patek! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Rose Gold Patek! lyrics]
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For a second, I thought my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kind of weight
Hell nah, my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen, but they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke-ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place
Every bitch I f**k, we make a movie, we got all kind of tapes
Just f**ked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke, " but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they out of shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna f**k me off of some molly, I know she outer space
My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down, " he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch f**k a bitch while I'm countin' this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket, but, bitch, I am not an ape
Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down, but I cannot embrace
You ain't talkin' no money? Okay then, bro, get the f**k out my face
Just wired a hundred K to a brand new bank and, no, it was not a Chase
I'ma draw down on these pussy-ass niggas, stop playin', don't get your life erased
Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels, yeah, that's my type of Wraith
I need a hundred motherf**kin' mill' in any type of way
My bitch thick as f**k, she ain't missin' no meals, she got a nice lil' shape
Just took her to the penthouse, she like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place"
For a second, I thought my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kind of weight
Hell nah, my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen, but they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke-ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place
Every bitch I f**k, we make a movie, we got all kind of tapes
Just f**ked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke, " but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they out of shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna f**k me off of some molly, I know she outer space
My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down, " he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch f**k a bitch while I'm countin' this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket, but, bitch, I am not an ape