Grecia

Wow
Wow

Baby, you’re expensive like my Patek, my Patek, my Patek, yeah
I’ll fill your neck with baguettes, with baguettes
All the sports cars in the valet
With the Louis collection, and it ain't Pharrell's
The real deal, and it ain't Darell's
You’re not made yet, but I wanna make you, yeah, baby

You’re expensive like my Patek, Patek, yeah
I’ll fill your neck with baguettes, with baguettes
All the sports cars in the valet
With the Louis collection, and it ain't Pharrell's
The real deal, and it ain't Darell's
You’re not made yet, but I wanna make you

Wow
Yeah
You with me? (You with me?)

Baby, I’ll blow you up at a hundred fifty, ha, millionaire
All the buds on the poster, baby, like Hagrid
I don’t keep any receipts, that’s unnecessary
We’ll take your dude out like Daddy
For church, I’ll break that ass
And then I’ll forget
That little white thing like Greece
You’re like the Bentley that doesn’t depreciate

And I’ll get the sticker, yeah, take seven
So it can tighten up
I’ll let it tighten like a shackle
Open up and, with the full clip
I sip gold, that’s why I’m blessed
Baby, you’re expensive, that’s why you’re a mess
Sometimes I’m a little crazy, but I’m loved
Lito and Polaco, this world is cold

But all good
I always show up in red like Deadpool
If you were a car, you’d have a hell of a trunk
And if you were a shorty, baby, you’d be full

But all good
I always show up in red like Deadpool
If you were a car, you’d have a hell of a trunk
I’ll take you to Istanbul and then I’ll tell you

Baby, you’re expensive like my Patek, my Patek, yeah
I’ll fill your neck with baguettes, with baguettes
All the sports cars in the valet
With the Louis collection, and it ain't Pharrell's
The real deal, and it ain't Darell's
You’re not made yet, but I wanna make you, yeah, baby

You’re expensive like my Patek, my Patek, yeah
I’ll fill your neck with baguettes, with baguettes
All the sports cars in the valet
With the Louis collection, and it ain't Pharrell's
The real deal, and it ain't Darell's
You’re not made yet, but I wanna make you

They’re like one twenty
If you know about watches, you understand
Diamonds from the factory, ask your people
Though sometimes I roll with the Casio like Chente
Yeah, it’s messed up, yeah, it ran, it ran
From that CEO ass

Hey, with me that never cooled off
Baby, tell him the kid hacked you
'Cause it’s messed up, it’s messed up, it ran, it ran
With me it never cooled off
I put the Le Clique chain on you and your neck got cold
Tell him the kid hacked you

Baby, you’re expensive like my Patek, my Patek, yeah
I’ll fill your neck with baguettes, with baguettes
All the sports cars in the valet
With the Louis collection, and it ain't Pharrell's
The real deal, and it ain't Darell's
You’re not made yet, but I wanna make you