Japan (feat. Buba Corelli)

It's not a secret, you shine like Tokyo
Oh, baby, you're all shiny
And I went crazy, nothing on my iPhone
Just Nokia, Diego Armando, [?]

Cash carts, insomnia, famous faces from the covers
There's nothing about tricks, 'cause the lungs are under the saddle
Money rain, wet chick, nothing new, standard
Chick with Cora, Boba Nica - Roli glitter, glitter, glitter
I'm rolling a blunt, sipping lean, you make me nervous
You're in my lungs like smoke, in all the pictures like Kim
In the hood I hear all sorts of things, loud music, purebred bitch
Louis bag, big butt, crazy chick, wild imagination

Every time I light up, my eyes are Japan
And my drip fits Kappa, they call me Big Poppa
Every time I light up, my eyes are Japan
And you're beautiful to me, and we're all full of cash

And I quietly hid here all night
Poured out pain with my eyes, disappeared like a UFO
And if it's not you, now everything is wrong to me
I hug criminals while pouring Venero

The night is young, give me a shot, don't stop
Diamonds on my neck, and on my wrist, shining bro
Zika on a gigawatt, you're all art, bubble butt
Little fire, acrobat, drained my whole ATM
New G in nardo gray, like a gram lifting me up
And in your purse, the gun is okay, you're out of range for many
My gun is deaf like Van Gogh, the Balkans all like Bangkok
Black thong, porn manga, I don't know who's like that
This is AP, ain't no Seiko, bro stash my Draco
Shake it, I've been waiting long, you like Jack with steak
Drive me over cash, far away, while J. Cole is playing
With Benga, emka, like a tank, number seven like Shevchenko

Every time I light up, my eyes are Japan
And my drip fits Kappa, they call me Big Poppa
Every time I light up, my eyes are Japan
And you're beautiful to me, and we're all full of cash

And I quietly hid here all night
Poured out pain with my eyes, disappeared like a UFO
And if it's not you, now everything is wrong to me
I hug criminals while pouring Venero