BMW Lyrics

Cop a BMW, cop 'em by the two

Smokin' on gelato, hear it when I zoom

I'm outta country, sweatsuit Givenchy

I bet your bitch love me, I find that shit funny

And I came in with a beam, I'm gon' shoot

Bustin' out the box like I found the missing clue

Red bottoms look like I got blood up on my shoes

I got the juice, bitch I got the juice

I run it up, yeah I need me some hundreds

A couple of bags and I'm keepin' 'em comin'

I'm droppin' a hit everyday, it ain't nothin'

I'm changing the game, yeah I know that they love it

They know when I'm on, it's some heat, see it comin'

They ain't gotta doubt if they know that I'm on it

More money, more problems, I ain't got a problem

The money come in, imma learn how to solve 'em

I'm outta touch with reality, that's what they tellin' me

I just ignore 'em, I know I'm the shit

I'm in Dubai with a baddy might hop out to Louis, it's his and hers in this bitch

Wake up, the first thing I look at my wrist

Remember when I was dreaming of this shit

Addicted to winning, I need me my hit

I run it up on a Monday, Tuesday we be ballin'

Wednesday got a big bag, 'cause I done heard the money callin'

Thursday gotta cash out cause Friday we gon' party

Saturday we ain't talkin' 'bout it but Sunday she gon' call me

Cop a BMW, cop 'em by the two

Smokin' on gelato, hear it when I zoom

Cop a BMW, cop 'em by the two

Smokin' on gelato, hear it when I zoom