LYRICS
They said I went Hollywood on em, nah I went Paris
Got bread and the shine, came with baguetties
Top shotta I can turn that boy into spaghetti
I’m the Don Dada, stepping on they neck in Balenci
I pop the collar, top Prada
I’m my city’s Top product, come from nada
Now the soles red bottom, taking pics like I’m Bloody
No obituary, just bury me in Burberry
Runway stepped on
Margiela trench on
Dripping high fashion
Now that runway drenched on
Bonjour merci, know I had to get my French on
Paris fashion week, so I had to get my fresh on
1 of 1 vêtement, flossin’ on em teflon
Front row seats, paparazzi put the lens on me
All week I was searchin for the Sprouse LV
Then I missed my flight , c’est la vie
I used to mop floors at the Chick-fil-A
Now it’s top floor dinner eating fish fillet
Money calling brrr brrr
Speed dial pullin up like Triple A
And I’m smoking on shhhh..
Smoking on burritos roll it fat like Chipotle
Ride around in a big body
I told the chauffeur stop by Rue Saint-Honoré
I’m the 1, not the 2
Like Hov said I’m supposed to be locked up too
Got back stabbed, you would be ****ed up too
Had to lay low then I bossed up on you
Juggin pounds overseas then I caught a heavy case
Rats giving clues for the police to trace
Cops kicked the door down raided my place
I couldn’t even look my momma in her face
You can’t live this life
Ain't coming back twice
Yesterday's price
Ain't today's price
Always on a mission
Know I got my eyes on the prize
Cuz back then all there was to eat
Was beans and rice
Come from ramen noodles, now it’s Michelin dishes
Now I’m up in Eiffel Tower and I’m taking the pictures
East to the West, I’m connecting the bridges
This my humble story turning rags to the riches