Rose Gold Patek! lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Max)
(Exqzt)

[Chorus]
For a second, I thought my n*gga was in the gym, he movin' all kind of weight
Hell nah, my n*ggas ain't workin' in no kitchen, but they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke-ass n*ggas no more, I be feelin' out of place
Every b*tch I f*ck, we make a movie, we got all kind of tapes
Just f*cked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them b*tches, they out of shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This b*tch tryna f*ck me off of some molly, I know she outer space
My n*gga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace
I let my b*tch f*ck a b*tch while I'm countin' this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that n*gga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket, but, b*tch, I am not an ape

[Verse]
b*tch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down, but I cannot embrace
You ain't talkin' no money? Okay then, bro, get the f*ck out my face
Just wired a hundred K to a brand new bank and, no, it was not a Chase
I'ma draw down on these pus*y-ass n*ggas, stop playin', don't get your life erased
Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels, yeah, that's my type of Wraith
I need a hundred motherf*ckin' mill' in any type of way
My b*tch thick as f*ck, she ain't missin' no meals, she got a nice lil' shape
Just took her to the penthouse, she like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place"
[Chorus]
For a second, I thought my n*gga was in the gym, he movin' all kind of weight
Hell nah, my n*ggas ain't workin' in no kitchen, but they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke-ass n*ggas no more, I be feelin' out of place
Every b*tch I f*ck, we make a movie, we got all kind of tapes
Just f*cked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them b*tches, they out of shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This b*tch tryna f*ck me off of some molly, I know she outer space
My n*gga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace
I let my b*tch f*ck a b*tch while I'm countin' this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that n*gga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket, but, b*tch, I am not an ape