Gorgeous
Tryna get her money, she was 19
Movin' to Miami was her life's dream
They told her she could end up on a widescreen
She liked that, she thought she was lightning (hey, hey, hey)
Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag
Goin' up good, so she can't look back
Goin' up fast so she can't look back
Why you holdin' on if you can't go back? (Hey, hey)
Stacy got the heels and the brand-new tags
Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag
Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back
You can't go back, you can't go back
Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Niggas on, never goin' back where I started
Chopped off the roof, so I could see where my God is
I wanted the spider, I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in
Can't let the rats live, that's a problem
Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous
And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest
Niggas carryin' heavy, the sticks are the law is
Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous
Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers
We juggin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem
Think of me as man, then a goon, then an artist
Watch where you stomp, while you walk with my closets
I'm not with the talk, with the talk, not the talkers
I be with the goons and the thugs goin' bonkers
I would never stop in the park for your pardon
I be hittin' numbers, for real, hit the log-in
I just left Celine, yeah, I probably spent the mortgage
Diamonds 'round my neck, know it's fuckin' retarded
I might, might buy six chains tonight
Just to say I did it, for real
Just to say I lived it, for real
Just to say I'm frigid
I might, might buy six chains tonight
Just to say I did it, for real
Just to say I lived it, for real
Just to say I'm frigid
Hey, Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag
Goin' up good, so she can't look back
Goin' up fast so she can't look back
Why you holdin' on if you can't go back?
Stacy got the heels and the brand-new tags
Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag
Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back
You can't go back, you can't hold back
Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Niggas on, never goin' back where I started
Chopped off the roof, I could see where my God is
I wanted the spider, I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, where my Goddess
Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous
And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest
Niggas carryin' heavy, the sticks than the law is
Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous
Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers
We juggin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem
Tryna get her money, she was 19
Movin' to Miami was her life's dream
They told her she could end up on a widescreen
She liked that, she thought she was lightning
Movin' to Miami was her life's dream
They told her she could end up on a widescreen
She liked that, she thought she was lightning (hey, hey, hey)
Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag
Goin' up good, so she can't look back
Goin' up fast so she can't look back
Why you holdin' on if you can't go back? (Hey, hey)
Stacy got the heels and the brand-new tags
Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag
Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back
You can't go back, you can't go back
Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Niggas on, never goin' back where I started
Chopped off the roof, so I could see where my God is
I wanted the spider, I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in
Can't let the rats live, that's a problem
Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous
And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest
Niggas carryin' heavy, the sticks are the law is
Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous
Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers
We juggin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem
Think of me as man, then a goon, then an artist
Watch where you stomp, while you walk with my closets
I'm not with the talk, with the talk, not the talkers
I be with the goons and the thugs goin' bonkers
I would never stop in the park for your pardon
I be hittin' numbers, for real, hit the log-in
I just left Celine, yeah, I probably spent the mortgage
Diamonds 'round my neck, know it's fuckin' retarded
I might, might buy six chains tonight
Just to say I did it, for real
Just to say I lived it, for real
Just to say I'm frigid
I might, might buy six chains tonight
Just to say I did it, for real
Just to say I lived it, for real
Just to say I'm frigid
Hey, Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag
Goin' up good, so she can't look back
Goin' up fast so she can't look back
Why you holdin' on if you can't go back?
Stacy got the heels and the brand-new tags
Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag
Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back
You can't go back, you can't hold back
Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Niggas on, never goin' back where I started
Chopped off the roof, I could see where my God is
I wanted the spider, I walked up and bought it
I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it
Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, where my Goddess
Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous
And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest
Niggas carryin' heavy, the sticks than the law is
Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous
Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers
We juggin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem
Tryna get her money, she was 19
Movin' to Miami was her life's dream
They told her she could end up on a widescreen
She liked that, she thought she was lightning
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Writer(s): Carlos St. John Phillips
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