Expensive Taste
[Intro]
All things hip
[Verse 1]
Look, they say your first million don't count if you don't make it fast
So I'ma make another 20 just to make it last
These rappers ass claimed they got a mil' in diamonds
But not ain't got a million stashed
My body odour is million cash
This bitch is bad, I fuck her once and then I lose the feeling fast
Gemballa tinted, I pull up in it lose the celiing fast
I need the cash, break your leg up like I'm eating crab
One hunnid Benz's, Eid Mubarak like I'm breaking fast
You still copping Jamaican paddies
I'm plotting on a Jamaican pad
Different cloth speak a talk you don't understand
Don't make take over the game, ether you on stage
Check my schedule, damn my whole summer jam
I got the bug at a tender age
Running thru bad bitches with no tinder page
I live it, you simulate
Thirty pre-mergers, I park 'em at different real estate
Garage's scream"Murder", Patina pulled up and killed the game
Twenty SGS's, I need 'em in different colorways
Had to move to Florida, needed infinite summer days
Now it's satin loafers
Gangsters don't die, they get chubby and move to Boca
Fuck all the exposure
Now the crib looking like Sosa's
Dipping in Pagoda's
If you hit me leave a message I'm just living at the moment
[Chorus]
Used to dream of better days
Now it's yacht-masters getting stoned by the everglades
Haters coming at me sideways but I'm never phased
Focused, I will never change
Money in the pillow case
Assembling cars like troops
My benz's immigrate
Model bitch I penetrate
Seven lawyers on the case
Snakes trying to infiltrate, but never getting past the gate
Had to Louis V the case
Bitch I got expensive taste, yeah
[Verse 2]
While your managers take twenty percent
I'm on a yacht renegotiating deals with a Sheikh
Two hunnid Benz's like a Saudi, bet they treat me like a radical
Fuck your lil' contract, need all of the mechanicals
My money doing flips, it's acrobatical, I'm past fresh
Paid trips, I need sabbaticals and assets
All of my bitches got real asses and accents
Jumping out the flagship, my hood got flags and shit
Living like a Diplomat, landed and bought fifty straps
Flashbacks of my old life, told you I ain't going back
OG in my spliff, genetics from '96
Precious cargo in the whip
Checking cars up off the list, yeah
[Chorus]
Used to dream of better days
Now it's yacht-masters getting stoned by the everglades
Haters coming at me sideways but I'm never phased
Focused, I will never change
Money in the pillow case
Assembling cars like troops
My benz's immigrate
Model bitch I penetrate
Seven lawyers on the case
Snakes trying to infiltrate, but never getting past the gate
Had to Louis V the case
Bitch I got expensive taste, yeah