Brioni shawl collar/Catfish lyrics

[Part I: "Brioni shawl colla"]

[Intro]
(Desire)
It's lil' Rino (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
Mmm, I'm really talkin' on this b*tch (Talkin')
Just hear me out (Talkin')
Just listen (Talkin')
Maybe you'll learn somethin' (Talkin')

[Verse]
The pus*y ain't mine if she ain't got my name on it
Slacks ain't got no crease, I need 'em starched, I don't want no stains on it
I'll whack your ass in my suit, but it's Brioni, I don't want no stains on it (You smell me? I don't want no stains on it)
Yeah, catch me, city, rollin' 'round the H in some sh*t you never heard of
Gotta pay my f*ckin' lawyers off, get my brother off for this murder
If I run you some sh*t that happened, you can't never speak about it, it's omertà
Am I really satisfied with the man that I see up in the mirror? (In the mirror, in thе mirror)
I'm talkin' about my life
I'm talkin' about that n*gga that's never wrong, think hе always right
Already seen an M, now I'm tryna see a B
When I bought this sedan, it came with both keys
If it ain't 'bout the money, just keep sh*t brief
Ain't none of these n*ggas gon' checkmate me
Tell the contractor, "I need marble floors" (I need marble floors)
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot (Yeah, escargot, escargot)
Heart ain't got no room for a b*tch, so I bought her a suite (Ooh, ooh)
S-class key sweep her off her feet (Her feet, her feet, her feet)
You wanna trip over seas and let him buy you fake CC (CC, CC, CC)
I know a new Birkin'll make you forgive me (Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me)
She can't see past diamonds, that's as far as she see (She see, she see, she see)
These b*tches be dancers and wanna be seen as queens (As queens)
[Outro]
Oh, man
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot
b*tches wanna be seen as queens (Desire)
These b*tches wanna be seen as queens
These b*tches say that n*gga a fiend
Ayy, these b*tches wanna be seen as queens

[Part II: "Catfish"]

[Verse]
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
Throw that ass back right now, haha, look
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
I'm in somethin' so fast, you can't catch me on the E-way (E-way, E-way)
How many drinks you gotta have until a n*gga get to your hotspot?
Fell in love with bein' by myself, I don't really pop out
I don't want these n*ggas up in my picture, they gettin' cropped out (Cropped out)
I'm like MJ with the gloves on
Muddy sh*t in my Styrofoam
Singin' to you like a microphone
I'm damaged, baby, you can see it up in my eyes, I don't wanna do you wrong
Yeah, you want me, we can motherf*ckin' try, but it won't last long (Brr)
She keep tryna go through my phone
She keep tryna see what a young n*gga on
Lil' baby, I'm bad to that bone
Can't be in my close friends 'cause you know I be gone
I ain't nothin' like your last n*gga
Baby girl, I'm not none of them trash n*ggas
I ain't none of them average n*ggas
You a bad b*tch, I'm a bad n*gga
I'm so happy I ain't get catfished
I'd be sad, n*gga, I'd be sad, n*gga
Only reason I be rappin'
I be gettin' motherf*ckin' racks in
In my end, that's all I'm tapped in
In your end, that's how I'm tappin in
Last n*gga couldn't do nothin' with you, so he had to motherf*ckin' turn me in
I be singing like a f*ckin' reverend
I be gone off this f*ckin' medicine
And I'm higher than a f*ckin' pelican
Like the president, I go through hella sh*t
Let me see what my schedule is 'fore I let you in and just be damaged, b*tch