Lyrics:
Rest Standard, ja, khalaz
Will bar zahlen, im Club tanzen die Tachnas (aah)
Verhalten sich wie Kahbas (aah)
Ihre Moves sind alle Standard (brra)
Ice on me no hockey (Icee, Icee)
Drip like teriyaki (bite, bite)
Roundhouse kick it like karate (HiYahh)
Vintage Goyard on my body (Dripped down)
Garfield, Garfield
Garfield let your pussy talk, Let me
Get that Garfield, Garfield, garfield
Them leather seats in my car wheeler
Leather seats in my car
effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I
with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need
up fly and ooh-wee with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Pucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub
Daddy
they, they had him chucked out of the club in Bombay
For, apart from his mess bill exceeding his pay
He took to pig-sticking in quite the wrong way
I
they, they had him chucked out of the club in Bombay
For, apart from his mess bill exceeding his pay
He took to pig-sticking in quite the wrong way
I
in ya ho
Make 'em shut down the club, we threw a brick at the door (say what?)
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli
in ya ho
Make 'em shut down the club, we threw a brick at the door (say what?)
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli
This is the life, I wouldn't change it
Walking in the club, like I'm famous
Poppin Champagne, and now I'm drinking
This is the life, I ain't
you finna go
My paper's so long and bitch I'm finna blow
Big wads in my hands at all times
Bombay Gin dance and hoes is all mine
Please don't lose your
new, you Heard me
If it's vintage it's new, Real nigga shit, you heard me
Uh, catch me in Soho getting stupid flies
Or catch me uptown getting super fly,
I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak and glass
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the money, the cars, the case loads
The mon-mon-money, the Yen
know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean
And you don't even know it
This a half a million dollar car
You don't even know it
I came up from bottom, you
Yea yeah
Yeah
Alright
Yeah keep it simple
Yeah
I have thing for vintage cars and vintage women
She has thing vintage fashion and young lavish living
me for a long time
In the club I like red wine
Some nice I can sip on
Call yo bitch when it's lunch time
I might just come in and spazz yea
I might
Then I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak
Let's get in the car and drive down the pch
Got solar power on in the background and im switching lanes
Your hand on my thigh and though its probably
the night before
You know I'm on 80 all acting a fool-io
We putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho
My name is Young and I don't club without
I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak and glass
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
the gutter
Don't fuck without no rubber
I don't ever trust her
I would never cuff her
Kissin' on her lover, I do it to my brother
Back of the club, posted
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