Turks & Caicos* lyrics

[FROM SNIPPET]

We lookin' at the water right now
Boat out front
Palm trees and sh*t, I don't even know where we at

We movin' 'round like a mafia
It's plenty fish in the sea, but I like mine Tilapia
And you'n even think like me
Oh hell nah, you ain't stoppin' us
Cops behind us, and we in a Ghost, you think they stoppin' us?
Got a bad b*tch rubbin' my feet
While I'm orchestrating some sh*t back home, tryna get a n*gga gone
When I'm movin' around, switch cars every hour, a n*gga can't bust my dome
If he on my trail, Ima take him a different route, I ain't going home
Finna matte black my Maybach and keep the other parts chrome
If I get that boy whacked, they gon' say that I'm wrong
I'll cut off your f*ckin' tongue, you better watch that tone
Exquisite diamonds come in every color and this motherf*cker two toned
Get a driver to chauffeur me and my b*tch so we can get it on
In the Christian Dior store by appointment
I feel so blessed in these muf*ckin' garments, you know these b*tches annointed
Baccarat my cologne, I got this b*tch horny
I put carats up in her ear, it's fifty pointer
She wanna leave you and come with me because you borin'
I remember where we at, now I think we in Turks