Paradise Cove lyrics

[Intro: ATM]
(Bih, R.I.P. Pop man, Woo!)
I’m moving to Paradise Cove
Where nobody knows
Only way I'm gonna go
I’m cooking up at the stove
Sell the parts for some cash I need more
Huh
I’m moving to Paradise Cove, Yeah

[Hook: ATM]
I’m moving to Paradise Cove
Where nobody knows
The only way I'm gonna go
I’m cooking up at the stove
Sell the parts for sum cash I need more
Where nobody knows
I be where nobody goes
Huh
I’m moving to Paradise Cove

[Verse 1: ATM]
The money counter love the sound of the purr
FEMA don’t like me 'cause I’m rocking Christian Dior
The femalеs don’t like me 'cause my shawty hot in Chanеl and they know she got more
I knock the pus*y like a door
I'm hella popping you adore
I got Modelo bottles on the floor
And my baby soft like Valore
Bet that I could teach you 'bout a couple things that I bet no one shown you before
Change the weather when I lift my wrist up
If I lift my wrist up get my di*k sucked
On a shopping spree need a kill-streak
Need a “K’ if you wanting a picture

[Verse 2: Finesse]
Yeah yeah
Hold up
Give me a sec
Let me take a breath we ‘bout to leave
‘Bout to get lost at the beach
Pink bikini, Dolce slides underneath
Yeah she got an eye for a real one
Ain’t no fake in between
My baby a dream, and I could never rethink
Where she lay in her castle, a queen
And i’m praying that our boat do not sink, no
Pull up to the place all eyes on us
No invite to the function
No name on the list, but before we dip I make sure everyone in here jumping
If he talking i’ll hold him down
If he talking i’ll hold him down
If you not talking 'bout money then get out my face ‘cause that sh*ts not an option
I swear these rappers all my kids but no biological they all adopted
I am so high, I'm so off it
Sending them straight to the doctor
I'm smoking the greens in my garden
You’re not on my list or my roster
Red claws grab your body like lobster
[Hook: ATM]
I’m moving to Paradise Cove
Where nobody knows
The only way Im gonna go
I’m cooking up at the stove
Sell the parts for sum cash I need more
Where nobody knows
I be where nobody goes
Huh
I’m moving to Paradise Cove

[Verse 3: ATM & Finesse]
Are you ready? For the choppa'
Red lobster, lil b*tch
Margiela, Giuseppe
Gabbana, Givenchy
It’s an earthquake in this b*tch
It’s an earthquake on the stage
It’s a earthquake when we coming around
I reached out she didn’t want to get saved, no
They know my birthplace but don’t know my age
I f*cked the b*tch all the haters got mad

[Bridge: ATM & Finesse]
And I was like get out the way
‘cause we coming through
I said get out the way
‘cause we bulletproof
Get out the way
I said get out the way
b*tch you ain’t nun
(b*tch get the f*ck out the room)
You ain’t got no funds
And you don’t keep a gun
(Brah brah)
We Hot like the sun
Hundred round drum
(yeah, Finesse)
Yeah yeah
Notha' hundred thou' coming
[Verse 4: ATM & Finesse]
I heard you is a b*tch
Staying at home watching YouTube and sh*t
She say "oh my god boy your pocket is thick"
They say “oh my god, oh my god!” you really rich
1300 made it out of a trench
We got tools in the back I’m not talking no wrench
I am the chosen one god really sent
And I meant what I said put baguettes on the neck
Rubies shining got a whole 'lotta red
Yeah f*ck the government and f*ck all the feds
Hearing your voice inside my head
Life tangled up like a dread
My whole team they advanced their intelligence
Pull up with the trophy diamond on necklace
I lay in a casket of glass
Tires spinning when I dip
Love scarred deep, My heart scabbed