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Lyrics Staccato – Tory Lanez

F**kin’ these b**ches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up

Ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain’t on no bulls**t, this ain’t no Chicago
I went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
My n**ga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed
Used to have love for you b**ches, now I’m like, b**ch, please
Now and then I gotta say it like my n**ga Weeknd
F**k needin’ a b**ch, I’m what a b**ch need
Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley

So even when it’s dirty, know my s**t clean
Got a thick bih’, her name’s Christina
Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah
Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss s**t, ayy
She f**kin’ with me ’cause I’m a vibe, my n**ga

I spent twenty-five all on my side b**ch
And if I get caught, I’ma deny it
I’ma deny it, I’m a f**kin’ rider
Got a bad b**ch for the n**ga, p**sy fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off
Ayy, I’m hotter than Folgers
Money so thick, can’t fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, b**ch, I’m a soldier, ugh

F**kin’ these b**ches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up

Ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain’t on no bulls**t, this ain’t no Chicago
I went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
My n**ga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

Honey, am I wrong for thinkin’ every woman wanna f**k me
And if she don’t, she probably gay, that’s what it must be
None of my biddies put no n**gas aboνe me
I done pulled up Southside, all my b**ches side-side of me
Couldn’t be a fake n**ga if I tried to be
Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy n**ga f**k and we can’t f**k no more
I’m a big money n**ga on a jet
Girl, give me that p**sy, let me make it wet for ya

I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I’m a G, f**k her ex, no sweat
To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you f**kin’ own is in a box to the left
Ayy, I’m on the yachty, I got them thots to the left
She a bop, I’ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah

F**kin’ these b**ches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up

Ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
I ain’t on no bulls**t, this ain’t no Chicago
I went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
My n**ga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though…

➤ Written by Tory Lanez
Album: The VVS Capsule
Produced by ArmoTunez & Layzbeats
Tory Lanez | 2020

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