WHITNEY Lyrics

Got the studio watchin the sunset

Got the swag, now I need hunnits

I want to smoke and feel lavish

Of course I dont need all the money

Thats not all that really matters

I don't need to be a rapper

But for a fact I know I'm really a rapper

I want to go around the moon

That's all that really matters

I'm a slim white boy in this bitch

I'm not Marshall Mathers

I'm more like Fuck That, Icon!

I'm more like Chet fucking Baker

I'm more like I'm from Jamaica

I call me history maker

I dont know boy but fuck you

Fuck you if you hater

You got some motherfucking nerve

I guess I'm bout to go, yeah yeah

I'm seeing myself in Soho

I got that Lamb mindset

You got some motherfucking nerve

I guess I'm bout to go, yeah yeah

I'm seeing myself in Soho

I guess I'm bout to go, yeah yeah

Yeah pardon me, I'm gonna swerve you

I'm really the one who deserve to

Win the grammy overseas

Then buy the house before I return to it

I guess the 300 for ounce been doin it

I guess my studio luxury been doin it

I think my style choices lately been doin it

I been workin hella hard, I'm lovin it

I'm lovin it

You got some motherfucking nerve

I guess I'm bout to go, yeah yeah

I'm seeing myself in Soho

I got that Lamb mindset

You got some motherfucking nerve

I guess I'm bout to go, yeah yeah

I'm seeing myself in Soho

I guess I'm bout to go, yeah yeah

I know I'm trapping

Am I a trapper

Maybe I'm rapping

Am I a rapper

I know I'm rapper

Cuz just look at her

I'm writin letters in my phone

I watch over the land I own

All the glass homes

All the stones thrown

Still wont give a fuck bout my phone

I still won't raise up my voice

I'm still in love with the noise

I still want diamonds by ounces

I'm still in love with the noise