LYRICS GAME

Babe, you're pricey like my Patek

My Patek, my Patek, yeah

I fill your neck with baguette

With baguette, with baguette

All the sports cars at the valet

With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's

The real move and it's not Darell

You're not done, but I wanna make you, yeah

Babe, you're pricey like my Patek

My Patek, yeah

I fill your neck with baguette

With baguette

All the sports cars at the valet

With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's

The real move and it's not Darell

You're not done, but I wanna make you

Wow

Yeah

Follow me

Babe, I blow you up at 150

Millionaire

All the buds on the poster, babe, like Hagrid

I keep no receipt, that's not necessary

We retire your dude like Daddy

For church, I'll split that *ss

Then I get amnesia

That little p*ssy white like Greece

You're like the Bentley that doesn't depreciate

And I get your tag, yeah

Take seven so it tightens

I let him squeeze it like a shackle

Open there and-, with the whip

I always pray, that's why I'm blessed

Babe, you're pricey, that's why you're trouble

Sometimes I'm kinda crazy, but I'm loved

Lito and Polaco, it's that this world is cold

But all cool

I always show up in red like Deadpool

If you were a car you'd have a huge trunk

And if you were a pistol, babe, you'd be full

But all cool

I always show up in red like Deadpool

If you were a car you'd have a huge trunk

I'll take you to Istanbul and then I tell you

Babe, you're pricey like my Patek

My Patek, yeah

I fill your neck with baguette

With baguette

All the sports cars at the valet

With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's

The real move and it's not Darell

You're not done, but I wanna make you, yeah

Babe, you're pricey like my Patek

My Patek, yeah

I fill your neck with baguette

With baguette

All the sports cars at the valet

With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's

The real move and it's not Darell

You're not done, but I wanna make you

They're about twenty

Who knows about watches, gets it

Factory diamonds, ask your people

Though sometimes I rock the Casio like Chente

Yeah, it's f*cked

Yeah, he ran, he ran

Of that CEO *ss

With me that never got cold

Babe, tell him that the kid hacked it for you

Because it's f*cked, it's f*cked, he ran, he ran

With me it never got cold

I put the Le Clique chain on you and your neck got cold

Tell him that the kid hacked it for you

Because, babe, you're pricey like my Patek

My Patek, yeah

I fill your neck with baguette

With baguette

All the sports cars at the valet

With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's

The real move and it's not Darell

You're not done, but I wanna make you