Desire (Rapper), Summrs - tycoon lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Desire Rapper, Summrs - tycoon lyrics]
(BenjiCold, why you icy?)
I done touched my first M
I’m tryna get rid of-, yeah
I’m tryna get rid of him (Him, yeah, bitch)
I done touched my first M (yeah, yeah)
These drugs elevate me
Every time I put 'em in my fuckin’ body
(Body) lose my drugs- imma flash out
I can’t find my roxy (Roxy)
You motivate me but baby, I don’t do no molly
(yeah) gotta' keep my head on a swivel
I know I'm the hottest topic
These drugs give me wisdom and knowledge
I ain't go to college
Buyin' Yves Saint Laurent, I ain't
Got no fuckin' stylist, i don't need none
Matching the gas in the S-Class
I don't got no fuckin' mileagе
Babygirl don't make a fucking mess
Your head so fuckin' sloppy (Sloppy, Sloppy)
I swing thе rod
Yea I swear the way that them boys-
They ain't- Making no motherfuckin' noise
Motivated myself to record
Remember pushin' the Honda Accord
Got visions of being on Forbes (yeah)
Hit 'em, get rid of his corpse (yeah)
They try to play me like a board (yeah)
I gotta shoot up the car
I bought us matching Dior (Dior, Dior, woah)
Baby let's fuck up the stores
You'll never go back Michael Kors
Anything you want, I can afford
I am not them lil' ass boys
In a tycoon, I make it roar
Got a bad bitch in Bora Bora (yeah, yeah)
Yea, alot of these niggas be green, yea
My patna got rich off the lean
These niggas got bitch in they genes
She talkin bout she want Celine
Prolly gon' get it for you in ya dream
Glock 30 with a red beam
Go pick up them shell cases from the scene
Been takin roxys every day, to get high
I just poured another fucking duece
To get the day right
911 up the walls, I'm tryna' get in her draws
Told you Kobe like to ball
He just tryna' win it all
I'm tryna' get in ya' draws, I beat it up
She ain't even get a follow
Yeah, that bitch is a munch
She ate it for brunch
Smokin' on exotic runtz
Hit from the back, she gon' walk with a hunch
Talkin' 'bout killers? I stay wit' a bunch
Talkin' 'bout rods? I stay wit' a bunch
Talkin' 'bout bitches? I take 'em to lunch
That's just the way it be
We slide in that Maybach
Put the bitch right up in VIP
My shooters valet, oh- it's okay
Off the drank, can't even see
Girl get the fuck off my
Phone, calling me "bae", you don't know me
(Don’t know me)
Yeah, I take drugs everyday cause
I be so lonely, yeah
I hate when these niggas like to stunt
And act like they on it (They on it)
They phony, they fake, yea
I heard what you said today
Nigga play and get shot in his face
(Get shot in his face)
I done touched my first M
I’m tryna get rid of-, yeah
I’m tryna get rid of him (Him, yeah, bitch)
I done touched my first M (yeah, yeah)
These drugs elevate me
Every time I put 'em in my fuckin’ body
(Body) lose my drugs- imma flash out
I can’t find my roxy (Roxy)
You motivate me but baby, I don’t do no molly
(yeah) gotta' keep my head on a swivel
I know I'm the hottest topic
These drugs give me wisdom and knowledge
I ain't go to college
Buyin' Yves Saint Laurent, I ain't
Got no fuckin' stylist, i don't need none
Matching the gas in the S-Class
I don't got no fuckin' mileagе
Babygirl don't make a fucking mess
Your head so fuckin' sloppy (Sloppy, Sloppy)
I swing thе rod
Yea I swear the way that them boys-
They ain't- Making no motherfuckin' noise
Motivated myself to record
Remember pushin' the Honda Accord
Got visions of being on Forbes (yeah)
Hit 'em, get rid of his corpse (yeah)
They try to play me like a board (yeah)
I gotta shoot up the car
I bought us matching Dior (Dior, Dior, woah)
Baby let's fuck up the stores
You'll never go back Michael Kors
Anything you want, I can afford
I am not them lil' ass boys
In a tycoon, I make it roar
Got a bad bitch in Bora Bora (yeah, yeah)
Yea, alot of these niggas be green, yea
My patna got rich off the lean
These niggas got bitch in they genes
She talkin bout she want Celine
Prolly gon' get it for you in ya dream
Glock 30 with a red beam
Go pick up them shell cases from the scene
Been takin roxys every day, to get high
I just poured another fucking duece
To get the day right
911 up the walls, I'm tryna' get in her draws
Told you Kobe like to ball
He just tryna' win it all
I'm tryna' get in ya' draws, I beat it up
She ain't even get a follow
Yeah, that bitch is a munch
She ate it for brunch
Smokin' on exotic runtz
Hit from the back, she gon' walk with a hunch
Talkin' 'bout killers? I stay wit' a bunch
Talkin' 'bout rods? I stay wit' a bunch
Talkin' 'bout bitches? I take 'em to lunch
That's just the way it be
We slide in that Maybach
Put the bitch right up in VIP
My shooters valet, oh- it's okay
Off the drank, can't even see
Girl get the fuck off my
Phone, calling me "bae", you don't know me
(Don’t know me)
Yeah, I take drugs everyday cause
I be so lonely, yeah
I hate when these niggas like to stunt
And act like they on it (They on it)
They phony, they fake, yea
I heard what you said today
Nigga play and get shot in his face
(Get shot in his face)