Black Car Adamn Killa (Ft. Yung Lean)

[Hook: Yung Lean]
Black car, white chrome
Lean balling out in Rome
Me and Adamn Killa stacking commas in my pink Polo
And I'm on the till, I can't even feel my muscles
Fendi on Fendi, I was cashing out in Brussels
Champagne breakfast, neon knife, eating mussels (mussels)
Leandoer, bitch it's trouble
I'm rolling, I'm smoking, my pockets are swollen
Me and Adamn Killa, in the club, bitch we stay golden

[Verse: Adamn Killa]
Bro, I made it, I don't know
If they ain't foreign, don't wear those
I don't fuck with none of those foes
I make more money than moves
And bitch I'm Adamn
Don't act you don't know just what I'm sayin'
What I pay for my shoes, that's less than I'm making
The way I say my shit I'm feeling like I'm AK
Why you niggas mad at me? I don't know, I don't give a damn
Why you niggas mad at me? I don't know, I don't give a damn
Can't save no thot, they just wanna fuck 'cause of who I am
Can't save no thot, they just wanna fuck 'cause of who I am
What you hating on? Don't know, most of they ass be fans, on they mans
I don't got no mans, I don't dance, I make money, man
What you hating on? Don't know, most of they ass be fans, on they mans
I don't got no mans, I don't dance, I make money, man