Birds Eye C3llyPizzaz & Knucks

[Intro]
Oh I'm sorry man, that was the keys to the Bentley
Na I'm fucking about
But you know, right now I'm on my third bottle of Cristal and we're about to go into that smooth talk, you know
That talk for the mountains, where the reindeers is really in your view, like it's Christmas

[Hook]
I see you sitting up your tree
Who you shitting on? Not me
Watching you fly, now you overseas
Girl you fly but got no money
G, she a bird
I pree she a bird
Make you catch a bird
Pree the way she tweet and she chirps
Tryna get paid, she a bird
Never find a big enough cage for a bird

[Verse 1]
Ever since I met her in West
Headache and stress
Starting alright, now everyting left
Pouring out my heart but she never impressed
The devil wears Prada and a leopard-print dress
Gifts and couture, Cristian Dior
Red soles underneath her kicks that I bought
Had enough to say don't buy her shit anymore
Like she never seen the ten gifts from before
Can you imagine? Can't tell the mandem
[?] and I mark up my balance
Open up the car, you can starve with the manners
Should've never given pasta to the badders
Can't get it back, Lasagna and that
Come to find she living with her Marge in the flats
Expensive taste but she can't pay the tax
Carboot seller made it all off the backs