#MoreGorgeous lyrics

Tiny ass jeans, 's how I'm feeling like a rock star
Big ass b*tch, she ain't know I was a rap star
Tryna claim my drip, n*gga you is a impostor
Ooh, Cartier
Pull up on your b*tch, rocking Gallery Department
And he got a stash, no weed in my compartment
And he got a stash, no gun in my compartment
Stick on my lap just in case you wanna start sh*t
I'm a blood eater, give no f*ck, I'ma park it
Shawty see me, and she walk my way, she callin'
Now I'm going up, and I'm looking more gorgeous
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Ooh, Cartier
I'ma f*ck your b*tch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Ooh
I'ma f*ck your b*tch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous
Ooh
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Pull up to the lights, pass you and it's horses
I'ma f*ck your b*tch 'cuz I'm looking more gorgeous
And I pass you sittin' top on the Forgis
Tiny ass pants, baby go ahead Dior me
Know I got that bag, baby Dora the Explorer me
I don't give no f*ck, I f*ck that b*tch while I'm recording
Got her off the Perc', and she can't stop sayin' she love me
I'ma take your b*tch, she with me till the morning
Take her to my room, bite her neck when I'm horny
We under the moon, baby don't you disappoint me
Pull up [?] after you get that anointing
Ooh Cartier
Tiny ass jeans, 's how I'm feeling like a rock star
Big ass b*tch, she ain't know I was a rap star
Tryna claim my drip, n*gga you is a impostor