Luclover - I'm God lyrics
[Luclover - I'm God lyrics]
Like where? Back outside of that strip club
I'll blow three hundred bands in the air
Like woah, ayy
Margiela on me, not even fair (Woah)
White Lamborghini to go with the Double C
Bitch I was talking Chanel (yeah)
I could ride like any beat I
Feel like I was Yeat
That's just minus the bells (yeah)
So much money that I made
In a motherfucking year, bitch
We giving 'em hell (Huh)
Yeah, my diamonds hit, dawg
Presidential my wrist, fat than a bitch
Shit look like Rick Ross (Oh, woah)
My Patek don't tick, Patek my bitch
This ain't no TikTok (Woah)
That money, I get, money I flip
Bitch, I'm a big boss (Woah)
All this honey I'm getting I toss (Woah)
Told this bitch she can get what she want
(Woah)
I got narcotics in me, I'm talking the opium
I feel like I'm boutta fall
Ecstasy in me, I'm growing tall
I just popped me a bean, I feel gone
Hennessy, what the fuck going on?
All these different type substances I'm on
(yeah) she wanna travel the world
This bitch say she want
The diamonds and pearls
Think I'm in love with this
Girl, but this bitch
She want me to buy her the world (Ha)
His bitch not stupid, she know what she worth
I break you down like Lamar on the turf
I'm in that Hellcat, I'm pushing the earth
Whole lotta blue in my pocket, no Smurf
Like where?
Back outside of that strip club? I'll blow
Three hundred bands in the air
Like woah, ayy
Margiela on me, not even fair (Woah)
White Lamborghini to go with the Double C
Bitch I was talking Chanel (yeah)
I could ride like any beat I
Feel like I was Yeat
That's just minus the bells (yeah)
So much money that I made
In a motherfucking year, bitch
We giving 'em hell (Huh)
Yeah, my diamonds hit, dawg
Presidential my wrist, fat than a bitch
Shit look like Rick Ross (Oh, woah)
My Patek don't tick, Patek my bitch
This ain't no TikTok (Woah)
That money, I get, money I flip
Bitch, I'm a big boss
I'll blow three hundred bands in the air
Like woah, ayy
Margiela on me, not even fair (Woah)
White Lamborghini to go with the Double C
Bitch I was talking Chanel (yeah)
I could ride like any beat I
Feel like I was Yeat
That's just minus the bells (yeah)
So much money that I made
In a motherfucking year, bitch
We giving 'em hell (Huh)
Yeah, my diamonds hit, dawg
Presidential my wrist, fat than a bitch
Shit look like Rick Ross (Oh, woah)
My Patek don't tick, Patek my bitch
This ain't no TikTok (Woah)
That money, I get, money I flip
Bitch, I'm a big boss (Woah)
All this honey I'm getting I toss (Woah)
Told this bitch she can get what she want
(Woah)
I got narcotics in me, I'm talking the opium
I feel like I'm boutta fall
Ecstasy in me, I'm growing tall
I just popped me a bean, I feel gone
Hennessy, what the fuck going on?
All these different type substances I'm on
(yeah) she wanna travel the world
This bitch say she want
The diamonds and pearls
Think I'm in love with this
Girl, but this bitch
She want me to buy her the world (Ha)
His bitch not stupid, she know what she worth
I break you down like Lamar on the turf
I'm in that Hellcat, I'm pushing the earth
Whole lotta blue in my pocket, no Smurf
Like where?
Back outside of that strip club? I'll blow
Three hundred bands in the air
Like woah, ayy
Margiela on me, not even fair (Woah)
White Lamborghini to go with the Double C
Bitch I was talking Chanel (yeah)
I could ride like any beat I
Feel like I was Yeat
That's just minus the bells (yeah)
So much money that I made
In a motherfucking year, bitch
We giving 'em hell (Huh)
Yeah, my diamonds hit, dawg
Presidential my wrist, fat than a bitch
Shit look like Rick Ross (Oh, woah)
My Patek don't tick, Patek my bitch
This ain't no TikTok (Woah)
That money, I get, money I flip
Bitch, I'm a big boss