Pierre Balmain Akillezz (Ft. Tory Lanez)

[Akillezz Verse I]

Yeah
Pierre Balmain...
She only wanna fuck with my t-shirt on, uh
The bitch is vicious, I mean, still pose -- black and white pictures
Red lipstick sticks are riddled
Literally littering my apartment floor;
Carpet, draws, and bed sheets she even leaves her tooth brushes
Who fuses this much duchess? I'm cursed
Everything gold becomes 'soon as I touch it; My AP, hair locks
He's hiding that he's royalty
So, how could he not spoil she? I mean her, I mean you're
Berkin up the money tree that's a mean purse
You know the type of chick that leaves her heels on but takes off her jeans first? Uh
That's what I need in my life now
That's what you get with this lifestyle
We touch down Art Basel in a new helicopter
The day that you met her she thinkin' you're eccentric
Bought a whole new whip, won't fix it if it's dented
She said, "Akillezz, you're the new Onassis." So I
Tapped her on the ass, walked past, stopped -- looked over my shoulder and said, "Girl, that makes you Jacqueline."

[Tory Lanez Hook]

Shawty you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing
Best believe we good
I can get you wet top down on down
Have you ever had sex on a million dollars?
We good
I'm good, I'm good, you good? I'm good, you good
I'm good... I'm good, you good you good
We good
We good