Dolce Down

Dolce Gabbana in the coupe yah
Ain’t got no roof yah
Designer my booth yah
I’m smoking on boof yah
I wanna ball man ouu
Cop me some Balmain shoes
I’m staying Dolce down
Performing like Broadway oou
(Ver)sace that Gucci and Dolce
I don’t care what a hoe say
Ask for features that’s a no way
I don’t fuck with no no names
You’re taking the byway
I’m taking the highway
I’m doing things by myself
So call it my way
Balling on a budget
Used to be my everyday
Dropped a couple racks on music
And look what we fucking made
Now I’m balling cause I love it
And I won’t stop getting paid
Hoes they tell you that they love you
Then gon speak down on your name
And I got Ferragamo on the belt
Your girl trynna unbuckle it
She care about that wealth
Alexander Wang all up in my fit
I had to let you go
You just a sneaky lil bitch
Louis Vuitton
You don’t know what I’m on
Icy water drip
Like a bust down on my arm
Hoes they know I’m next
They DM and they text
But I don’t hit em back
They trynna fuck me for a cheque
Smoking on that bubba k
I might just fly away
I say fuck the pain
I’m getting high today
Little newbie rappers
Trynna ride my wave
Don’t bite off my shit
Or else I’ll lay you
In your fucking grave
Don’t know what’s in my drank
It got me feeling lifted
I don’t need a deal
To know I’m motherfucking gifted
M-D dropping bars
Don’t you ever get it twisted
I’ve been doing this for years
I made it my fucking mission
Gabbana in the coupe yah
Ain’t got no roof yah
Designer my booth yah
I’m smoking on boof yah
I wanna ball man ouu
Cop me some Balmain shoes
I’m staying Dolce Down
Performing like Broadway ouu
(Ver)sace that Gucci and Dolce
I don’t care what a hoe say
Ask for features that’s a no way
I don’t fuck with no no names
You’re taking the byway
I’m taking the highway
I’m doing things by myself
So call it my way