Warhol.SS - Elbow lyrics

Aye, aye ok
I'm blowing exotic, the premium
Ash colored white like my elbow
I barely answer the phone
 when I do pick up don't
Think I ever say hello i got a chopper
It came with a scope and suppressor
As tall as a cello
Aye, $5, 200 my jacket say Fendi
I got bitches who only fuck bitches
She gon' eat on that dick
She gon' 'til I'm empty
I got goats in positions of power I'm
This a marathon baby I'm rocking with Nipsey
What you make in a month
Boy I'm making up plenty
And I double up, double up, double up, triple
I get money and blow it on me
Boy it's simple

Petty niggas know we don't rock
I don't play with get dropped
$30, 000 just for a watch
I ain't even looking at the time
Cuz' my phone got a clock
We don't ever slide to your block
We don't show love
We ain't tapped in with ya opps
We ain't know you niggas was around
We ain't looking out
We don't know what these niggas 'bout
Real nigga first, get money second
Fake niggas don't go to heaven
Hating nigga learn your lesson
Pop him at the mouth put a
Motherfucking hole in your bredren
I got the shooter
Put some dots on him like Buddha
I started off as a hooper
We tryna blow ya medulla my bitch Medusa
You siding with me I salute ya

Aye, aye ok
I'm blowing exotic, the premium
Ash colored white like my elbow
I barely answer the phone
When I do pick up don't
Think I ever say hello i got a chopper
It came with a scope and suppressor
As tall as a cello
Aye, $5, 200 my jacket say Fendi
I got bitches who only fuck bitches
She gon' eat on that dick
She gon' 'til I'm empty
I got ghosts in positions of power I'm
This a marathon baby I'm rocking with Nipsey
What you make in a month
Boy I'm making up plenty
And I double up, double up, double up, triple
I get money and blow it on me
Boy it's simple

Cookie got me high like aerial
I'm in the sky, I'm with aliens
Switch the bitch, she from Albania
I don't do anal I just fit
The dick in her cranium
Riding offset my suspension on road
I get way too much money
To care about these hoes
It get sinister bitch I'm with Big Daddy Kane
I got big boy diamonds
They thought that it's cold
Cold, froze, we hop on jets with the poles
TSA can't do nun about it
Pose, rose, I told the hoe better pose
We fuck on models in Audi's
Ricky on Ricky on Ricky, Dior
No love for a thot bitch
Ain't claiming no whores
And this Louie too rare you
Can't get it in stores
I sit back like goddamn I will never be poor

Aye, aye ok
I'm blowing exotic, the premium
Ash colored white like my elbow
I barely answer the phone
When I do pick up don't
Think I ever say hello i got a chopper
It came with a scope and suppressor
As tall as a cello