Conceited JT the Bigga Figga (Ft. Offset)

[Chorus: Offset]
The audi, the Bentley, the Rari, the [?], the Molly, I'm feeling like I am conceited
These niggas they hating, my diamonds is skating, your bitch in Victorias Secret
I'm whippin them fishes, I'm kicken them chickens, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
I'm feeling like I am conceited
I'm feeling like I am conceited
Conceited, conceited, conceited
Conceited, conceited, conceited
Conceited, conceited, conceited
I'm feeling like I am conceited

[Verse 1: Figg Panamera]
Hoppin up out of the wrental
VVS all on my dental
Number two led in my pencal
Sharpen my knife [?]
Glad that we made it, and happily faded
That's nothing but [?] we into
My diamonds is shining, my car is designer, I used to be riding in the [?]
Got Luie V all on my sleves
Luie V all on my [?]
Panamera all on my [?]
[?] I'm counting my cheese
Nothing but [?], niggas ganged up, my Kush packs like a rainbow
Leaving rich, but I came broke
My pink slips is payed for
Designer deal for half a milly
My pockets on fat with them Benjies
Busing that thing till it's empty
That bank of America tempt me
[?]
[?] streets
[?] we getting them bottles quickly