[Chorus]
A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah
A hundred million ain't enough, yeah
That Audemar thought it was enough, yeah
The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah
Skydiving Amalfi coast, yeah
My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah
Two bezels got these girls obsessed
On money and drugs we havin' sex
She come with no panties, I dick in her flesh
I'm drippin' in ice, got her soakin' wet
Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift
Change her clothes, gonna changе her life
Rose Gold frozе, make your bitch go bite
Bought out the stores, [?] like [Tyson?]
Pull up on Rodeo, bouta go and shoot dice
All hood niggas on a PJ flight
[Verse 1]
Rubies and emeralds
Emeralds gon' side with residuals
I feel like I'm invisible
I got them mad, they sad, they pitiful
Got these demons with me
Got my cross froze
Treat me like I'm a god, did the impossible
I push up on a dime on the front of Vogue
This bitch came with a chauffer and penny loafers
Won a hundred [?] and went over quarter
Rock medallions and gold, I'm a royal flush
Put the butterfly door on the Lamb truck
I got suicide thoughts, got my wrist cut
Get a million a show, watch the wrist flick
I got mob ties for the rich bitch
Watch her catch it just for the logistics
I'ma pull it out and let her kiss it
Need over a hundred vibes, I'm a misfit
A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah
A hundred million ain't enough, yeah
That Audemar thought it was enough, yeah
The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah
Skydiving Amalfi coast, yeah
My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah
Two bezels got these girls obsessed
On money and drugs we havin' sex
She come with no panties, I dick in her flesh
I'm drippin' in ice, got her soakin' wet
Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift
Change her clothes, gonna changе her life
Rose Gold frozе, make your bitch go bite
Bought out the stores, [?] like [Tyson?]
Pull up on Rodeo, bouta go and shoot dice
All hood niggas on a PJ flight
[Verse 1]
Rubies and emeralds
Emeralds gon' side with residuals
I feel like I'm invisible
I got them mad, they sad, they pitiful
Got these demons with me
Got my cross froze
Treat me like I'm a god, did the impossible
I push up on a dime on the front of Vogue
This bitch came with a chauffer and penny loafers
Won a hundred [?] and went over quarter
Rock medallions and gold, I'm a royal flush
Put the butterfly door on the Lamb truck
I got suicide thoughts, got my wrist cut
Get a million a show, watch the wrist flick
I got mob ties for the rich bitch
Watch her catch it just for the logistics
I'ma pull it out and let her kiss it
Need over a hundred vibes, I'm a misfit
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