Dirty Shoes

Yeah, take some

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

Yeah, yeah

My ***** Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'

I can't do nothin' with that *****, the way she flodgin'

Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'

Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon

Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in'

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

I got thirty new b*****s like I'm Curry

Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving

I just wiped my **** off with the Rolls Royce curtains

Okay if you seen her with me you know she workin'

Okay I just spent a quarter mil on purses

I have never settled for a ***** that swerves me

Oh yeah, oh

Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip

My ****** call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me

Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs *****

I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the skirts *****

I wore Balmain way before your church ******

I know Chanel personal work, Celia

I know, I'm the GOAT, I know

All four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

I got thirty new b*****s like I'm Curry

Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving

I just wiped my **** off with the Rolls Royce curtains

Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the *****,

Just know she stalkin'

Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my ****** starvin'

Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon

Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in'

I done had my trunk for the whole engine

I'm tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million

****** be plottin', the reason I tote a semi

YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys

You ****** you stealin' my drip, I'ma need a percentage

Just got some head from your *****, ain't even wanna hit it

Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act, I feel like like a chemist

Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business

Slime was the first to take me 'cross the border

Walked in sack to Saks and spent a quarter

Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler

Y'all gon' wanna on go, in that order

Me and Bugalow 'bout to go to Bora Bora

Rode the four door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse

With the fifty stacks in the back on a world tour

All these racks, I came a long way from Diadoras

I just made one of my b*****s

Take my other ***** some paper out in LA

Yeah, I just made one of my girls

Take my other girl some paper out in LA

Told me got me too, wait 'til I arrive

Told me have her too, wait 'til I arrive, yeah

Oh my god, it's mob ties

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

I got thirty new b*****s like I'm Curry

Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving

I just wiped my **** off with the Rolls Royce curtains

Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the *****,

Just know she stalkin'

Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'

Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon

Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in'