Oliver Francis - Non Stop lyrics

Hi, I'm Oliver Francis, welcome to Jackass
Ooh
Bitch, I'm going in, fuck it

Yeah
Fuck it, all Louis luggage
With my lil' stoner shawty
Smokin' marijuana nuggets
Bitch, I'm ballin'
 ain't nothin' but buckets
Yeah, I'm talking 7 figures
We ain't ballin' on a budget
Baby, fuck with a young rich boy like me
I'm a face yeah
The rapper with like 20 million streams
I don't really know the math but
I know my lawyer do
Yeah, my money look like Sonic
Boy them hunnids' all blue
Got the instrumental knockin'
Like it's Mechagodzilla
I was fuckin' on lil thottie
In them ugly ass Filas
Bitch
Go and ask the mic, I'm all killer
No filler
Big dripper, Saint Laurent
Denim, microphone ripper
Uh
Shiny wrist, new fit, all designer too
I'ma need a Kylie and a Kendall too
Flow cold, bitch, you could call it Theraflu
You talking about some Raf? Motherfucker
I might embarrass you
New Godflow, and who got hoes? It's me
(I got bitches)
Rubberband Man like T.I.P
And if you see me walk up in the function
Everybody showing love
Big drippin', sippin' bubble tea up
Out his double cup
Bitch

Know I'm sipping Henny with
A couple bad hoes
Say they never seen a Chevy
With the butterfly doors
Pouring up the liquor
We gon' sip it real slow
Put the peddle to the medal
Make the wheels burn smoke
Smelling like Givenchy and a big bank roll
Got a couple bitches with me
And they all get love
Doing donuts in the Bentley 'til
The wheels fall off
Yeah
I been gettin’ money with my team non-stop
Non-stop

Bitch, at the top and we still goin’ up
Probably gettin’ top up on top
The fuckin' tour bus
2015 homie, Oliver was broke as fuck
Now I’m sippin’ Malibu rum up out a coconut
Now the fans goin' nuts
Sellin’ out the shows
Bitch
Now I got Christ Gucci’d out head to toe
Bitch
Waitin' for the night
A couple Jennys from the block
I just flooded out the wrist
This a tennie not no watch
Yeah, the whip self park
Don't need the valet
(Skrrrt)
Young Tony Stark, just saved the rap game
With a Gwyneth Paltrow, shoppin' on Rodeo
Mix the Acne blue jeans
With some white Fazos
Got them diamonds in the chest
Like the gang playin' Minecraft
You can smell the marijuana when
The Audi fly past
Bitches with double D’s out on the jet skis
Out on South Beach
Rockin’ designer shoes with double C’s
Aye yeah, Amy Lee on my dick
I'ma smoke woods till my lungs
Bleed in this shit
I'ma come through lookin’ too
Clean in this bitch
I might fuck you and your
Girlfriend in a bit
Ooh
Ice box, drip, drip, when I walk through
In some Fendi flip flops
Chillin’ by the pool
Bitch, I’m whippin’ a Suburban, sittin’ on 22
Chillin’ with a Uma Thurman and a Lucy Liu
Bitch!

Know I'm sipping Henny with
A couple bad hoes
Say they never seen a Chevy
With the Butterfly doors
Pouring up the liquor
We gon' sip it real slow
Put the peddle to the medal
Make the wheels burn smoke
Smelling like Givenchy and a big bank roll
Got a couple bitches with me
And they all get love
Doing donuts in the Bentley 'til
The wheels fall off
Yeah
I been gettin’ money with my team non stop