Lil Baby Gets Refund And Four Rings For Fake $400K Patek Philippe Watch

Lil Baby got back his $400K after learning that the Patek Philippe watch he was flaunting on Instagram was a fake.

While the Atlanta rapper was rightfully angry at the loss, he’s already come up with a way to ensure that it never happens again. His suggestion, which he posted on his stories, is simple, he should be added to the official Patek Philippe list.

Lil Baby, known for his aggressive lyrics, added that aftermarket jewelers like Rafaello And Co, who sold him the fake timepiece, are threatening to make him do something he would later regret. Maybe his colleague, Drake, who is on that list, can help him out even though Drizzy is busy these days dominating the airwaves with his massively successful new album, Certified Lover Boy.

Lil Baby shared on IG last night that he got a full refund and four giant diamond-studded rings as compensation from the jeweler for his troubles.

“Now @rafaelloandco y’all Kno better then to sell ME of all people a FAKE Or anything that could be called a FAKE ! I stand on my name the same way y’all should ! Ain’t no such thing as a mistake when that money involved! Don’t Fuccin Play Wit me Cause when I’m on that I’m on that,” Baby wrote.

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Rafaello And Co has since posted a statement saying, “We do stand on our name just like he does that’s why today he got those four rings for free and his money back because we didn’t do our homework on the watch and we take Full responsibility for that. But it didn’t happen intentionally and he knows that for a fact.”

The irony is that it was just a few days ago that Lil Durk warned people of scam-happy jewelers. According to Durk, these unscrupulous jewelers have been passing off fake products to their unsuspecting clients. “Stop buying all this jewelry without knowing what you doing,” he wrote on his Instagram Story. He added: “Alot of the sh*t fake and some is over priced get 1 jeweler and stick to em I’m telling you y’all ass gone be pissed when the truth come out.”

It was not too long after that warning that Lil Baby was caught showing off his supposed limited-edition Patek Philippe watch, telling his fans that it’s “not regular.”

Some sharp fans and other pages dedicated to busting fake watches revealed that the watch was indeed a fake. Some pages even had side-by-side comparison images showing the differences between Lil Baby’s fake watch and the authentic Patek model.

One of the specialists pointed out that the font of the date is different on Baby’s watch and that the hands were the wrong shape and size. Added to that, they pointed out that the bezel was too thick and that the case had the wrong proportions. Lil Baby might be down $400, 000 but he’s learned a valuable lesson that he will not soon forget.

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S.pri Noir – Kestupeufaire Lyrics

[Couplet 1 – S.Pri Noir]
Primo, moi, j’aime pas ta tête
Secundo, j’aime pas ta tête
Arrache-toi, j’ai pas de plaquette
Boloss, mate la tech
Dans ma bande, y’a pas de tapettes
Quand on rackette, ça dure pas 5 sets
J’veux les 4-5 chiffres
Après le 1, mets 4-5 chiffres
Tous mes quatrains t’giflent
Si tu veux du rap saint, siffle, petite catin
Mon débit vaut bien plus que tes placements de shit
J’assassine les basses de l’auto
J’ai le son qui passe au zoo
Chez les cas sociaux
J’ai fait toutes les classes au zoo
C’est le 20 que t’entends mais j’ai vécu dans le 1 ocho
Au milieu des putes des règlements d’compte chauds
Près des canailles et des Karaïs qui portent pas de poncho
Près des quartiers gangs, des fous, des dingues
Des sales dégaines, du bruit des flics
Du bruit des flingues et puis des placements de dope

[Refrain – Lydia & S.Pri Noir]
S.Pri, fais le bien (Tu nous connais, mami)
Fais le cool (Tu veux les dièses mets le prix)
Fais le bien (Tu nous connais, mami)
Fais le cool (Tu veux les dièses mets le prix)
Fais le bien (Tu nous connais, mami)
Fais le cool (Tu veux les dièses mets le prix)
Fais le bien (Tu nous connais, mami)
Fais le cool
Qu’est-ce que tu peux faire ? Qu’est-ce que tu peux faire ?
Qu’est-ce que tu peux faire ? (Rien rien)
Qu’est-ce qu’ils peuvent faire ? Qu’est-ce qu’ils peuvent faire ?
Qu’est-ce qu’ils peuvent faire ? (Rien rien)
Qu’est-ce que tu peux faire ? Qu’est-ce que tu peux faire ?
Qu’est-ce que tu peux faire ? (Rien rien)
C’est la 7-5 City venu pour les plomber

[Couplet 2 – S.Pri Noir]
C’est la 75 city venu pour les dompter
Quand on arrive baisse les stores
On a l’outillage pour tous les plomber
J’ai besoin d’un penthouse comme Diddy
À peu près dans tous les contés
Pas besoin d’une montre Patek Philippe
Pour savoir que mon temps est compté
Moi et mes gars on se tcheck de l’épaule
Je me suis fait dans les bâts, dans les halls
Aucune lacune, impeccable est ma pose
Je n’frappe jamais sur du mauvais matos
Là sous la neige, le beau temps, même la pluie
Je ne frappe jamais sur des mauvais appuis
Tu peux toujours cuisiner, cuisiner, cuisiner
Tu n’auras jamais ma dope nigga

[Refrain – Lydia & S.Pri Noir]

[Couplet 3 – S.Pri Noir]
Mon phrasé vient les désosser
Pour ceux qu’ont fait les 400 coups
Du deal, au vol de portable
Une claque et on éteint ton pouls
Même si t’as le jeu de jambes de Van Damme
Pratiqué la vente d’armes
Si il paie pas ses dettes dans les délais, fais jouer les contacts
C’est du sport de contact
Serre les fesses et contracte
Tu peux m’appeler gros cash, gros crack
Coca, Sosa, j’rentre pas dans leur quota
On vient pénétrer ton domicile
Au pied d’biche, au gros missile
C’est l’équipe des gros, sisi
Belek, j’officie
Viens pas jouer les auch ici
7-5 zone d’homicide
C’est l’œil ouvert qu’on dort
Renoi, c’est le sang qui ruisselle sous les ponts d’or
Bienvenue à Paris, fais péter tous les compteurs
Tous les jours on s’entraîne à maîtriser nos peurs
Tu peux voir mes ieps fouler le 7-5

[Refrain – Lydia & S.Pri Noir]

Quando Rondo – Perfect Timing Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Trell’s on the track
Goddamn, BJ with another one

[Chorus]
I came out a roarin’ lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I didn’t buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe my wrist timeless, I call that shit perfect timing
I call that shit perfect timing, everyday on that block we was grinding
See I didn’t really have a thing, I was tryna get some guala
See they were way before the fame, [?] told me stack every dollar
[?] plain, and all my diamond they flawless
She wanna fuck and just live with a young n**** ‘cuz she know that I’m on some boss shit
When I come through, they like “aw shit”

[Verse 1]
I told my n****s I’m getting us all rich
Got the package that just coming through federal doors, I call the [?]
[?] lovin’ these hoes, these b****s be about all dicks
We codefendants when we caught that case, I’m the one that [?]
If I go broke today, we gone messed up with K’s
I’ma run in the bank say this is a stick-up, I need everything out the safe
They know that nobody safe, I play there where nobody play
They know that nobody, they know that nobody, they know that nobody safe
I turn my dream to reality, I swear to god its a shame, yeah
I had a hustle mentality, I’m grinding hard everyday
I reminisce ’bout the tragedies, got my lil dog in the grave
Got my lil dog, got my lil dog, got my lil dog in the grave
I see the hurt on my mother face, and I see the hurt on my brother face
Had to get off my ass and go out and get it, I couldn’t do it no other way
What you know about paper chasing, on the floor sleeping in the basement
Out the mud, got it out the pavement
Riding before the judge before you make a statement
11 years old felt it in my soul, I’ma die in these streets
Bullets spraying round not letting me down, pray before I go to sleep
My momma told me better look both ways or you lose your life in these streets
Daddy reminisce about the all the old days, shit ain’t right in these streets

[Chorus]
I came out a roarin’ lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I didn’t buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe my wrist timeless, I call that shit perfect timing
I call that shit perfect timing, everyday on that block we was grinding
See I didn’t really have a thing, I was tryna get some guala
See they were way before the fame, [?] told me stack every dollar
[?] plain, and all my diamond they flawless
She wanna fuck and just live with a young n**** ‘cuz she know that I’m on some boss shit
When I come through, they like “aw shit”

Mally Mall – Physical (feat. E-40 & Jeremih)

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Slid up in the club for a moment
She was with her friends, then she noticed
Know I’m that nigga stay focused
Ain’t no intermission while we roleplay
Still ain’t never poked but I’m coping
See your legs closed but your open
Ever have both hands on the toilet?
Bring your friends round while we tourin’

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up a mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 2: E-40]
She said she’d never do it, she did it
Might not admit it, she with it
She let me hit with the magnum rubber
Her couchie exquisite smash for an hour and not a minute
Smokin’ on power
She off the cabbage and spinach
High as the towers up in Dubai
Fly Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
Born and raised in the trenches
Was spittin’ game since an infant
From the bay where they pin it
Throw a bitch up in the sky and break her before she get that cement
Never thought she would fall in love with a thugger
Reputable factor from the heart of the soil
From the thick of the fucking mud
I’m off a liter of oil
Up in the club with my blood
My people my partners
My relatives and my cuz
Everything that I do I beast, I beast
This watch, Patek Philippe, Philippe
Her legs is open like peas
She said her nigga pitiful
She grabbin’ on my balls like a physical

[Chorus: Jeremih & (E-40)]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
(All the same)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(Uh)

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same, yeah
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Said she never wanted no kids
What, how they end up on your lips?
Got your own you don’t need no assist
Said you never cheat on you nigga
Thought you’d never tat my name on your titties
Let a dog in that kitty
Never thought you’d admit it
Even though you told me I’m never gonna hit it

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up to mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Outro: E-40]
Jeremih
40 Water
Mally Mall
She said she’d never do it better she did it
Never say never man
If she knew better, she would do better
I’m cut from leather, he cut from polyester
Bitch

Mally Mall – Physical (feat. Jeremih & E-40)

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Slid up in the club for a moment
She was with her friends, then she noticed
Know I’m that nigga stay focused
Ain’t no intermission while we roleplay
Still ain’t never poked but I’m coping
See your legs closed but your open
Ever have both hands on the toilet?
Bring your friends round while we tourin’

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up a mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 2: E-40]
She said she’d never do it, she did it
Might not admit it, she with it
She let me hit with the magnum rubber
Her couchie exquisite smash for an hour and not a minute
Smokin’ on power
She off the cabbage and spinach
High as the towers up in Dubai
Fly Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
Born and raised in the trenches
Was spittin’ game since an infant
From the bay where they pin it
Throw a bitch up in the sky and break her before she get that cement
Never thought she would fall in love with a thugger
Reputable factor from the heart of the soil
From the thick of the fucking mud
I’m off a liter of oil
Up in the club with my blood
My people my partners
My relatives and my cuz
Everything that I do I beast, I beast
This watch, Patek Philippe, Philippe
Her legs is open like peas
She said her nigga pitiful
She grabbin’ on my balls like a physical

[Chorus: Jeremih & (E-40)]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
(All the same)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(Uh)

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same, yeah
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Said she never wanted no kids
What, how they end up on your lips?
Got your own you don’t need no assist
Said you never cheat on you nigga
Thought you’d never tat my name on your titties
Let a dog in that kitty
Never thought you’d admit it
Even though you told me I’m never gonna hit it

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up to mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Outro: E-40]
Jeremih
40 Water
Mally Mall
She said she’d never do it better she did it
Never say never man
If she knew better, she would do better
I’m cut from leather, he cut from polyester
Bitch

Mally Mall, Jeremih & E-40 – Physical

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Slid up in the club for a moment
She was with her friends, then she noticed
Know I’m that nigga stay focused
Ain’t no intermission while we roleplay
Still ain’t never poked but I’m coping
See your legs closed but your open
Ever have both hands on the toilet?
Bring your friends round while we tourin’

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up a mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 2: E-40]
She said she’d never do it, she did it
Might not admit it, she with it
She let me hit with the magnum rubber
Her couchie exquisite smash for an hour and not a minute
Smokin’ on power
She off the cabbage and spinach
High as the towers up in Dubai
Fly Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
Born and raised in the trenches
Was spittin’ game since an infant
From the bay where they pin it
Throw a bitch up in the sky and break her before she get that cement
Never thought she would fall in love with a thugger
Reputable factor from the heart of the soil
From the thick of the fucking mud
I’m off a liter of oil
Up in the club with my blood
My people my partners
My relatives and my cuz
Everything that I do I beast, I beast
This watch, Patek Philippe, Philippe
Her legs is open like peas
She said her nigga pitiful
She grabbin’ on my balls like a physical

[Chorus: Jeremih & (E-40)]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
(All the same)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(Uh)

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same, yeah
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Said she never wanted no kids
What, how they end up on your lips?
Got your own you don’t need no assist
Said you never cheat on you nigga
Thought you’d never tat my name on your titties
Let a dog in that kitty
Never thought you’d admit it
Even though you told me I’m never gonna hit it

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up to mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Outro: E-40]
Jeremih
40 Water
Mally Mall
She said she’d never do it better she did it
Never say never man
If she knew better, she would do better
I’m cut from leather, he cut from polyester
Bitch

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Yeah, yeah
Here we go
Ha ha ha
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When your album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Uh, fuck up off me
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a wrong one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Bag that up

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

Dave East – Maneuver (feat. French Montana) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East & French Montana]
La musica de Harry Fraud
I maneuver
Montana!
Put it up fraud
Ah

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
I’m just praying that the feds don’t never come and get me (I’m praying)
What do you say to a youngin’ knowing his stomach empty (starving)
He just wanna unload, shoot ’til his gun is empty (boom)
We hustle smart (smart), never just wanted any cash (nah)
These niggas robbing from Pathmarks, stealing from Jimmy Jazz
Welcome to gangland, don’t come without no visit pass (don’t come)
Last year, imagine I counted over a million cash

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Made it out the jungle, came back in a Jaguar (Skrrt)
Shawty ass fat with a clap back
Check checks, so that straight cash (Now tell me you want it, eh)
Suit suit to that ski mask (Now tell me you want it, eh)
The bitch ballin’ like Cooper, German Sheppard, German Ruger
Baby on my Vs stupid, but I put you on the Uber (skurt)
Two hundred on the dash, V12, how I maneuver (haan)
Ice on the hookah, neck looking like a jeweler

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East &French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Verse 3: Dave East & French Montana]
And break your heart, you hate, your block hatin’
11:99, a mud haven
Finger tips still sore from all that rock shaving (haan)
I don’t associate with rats, these niggas got statements
All these diamonds on me white, no I am not racist
Grams of crates (crates), brainstorm for the grand escape (escape)
City is so late, on the Haitians (haan)
When they changed their face, I was changing faces (faces)
Bronx to Harlem, deadly combination
I’m in Miami, with Sadé on repeat (haan)
Fifty thousand, put it under the seat (stash)
Keep a gun in my reach (strapped), walk in my shoes, couldn’t fit one of my sneaks
I graduated from the corner, got my hustlers the green, let’s eat

[Bridge: French Montana (Dave East)]
My lawyer from the Jerusalem hit the trial with maces (ahh)
Lacking green stop your circulation (ahh)
Everyday on [??] thug [??] (ahh)
Celebration to the fiends that helped built the nation (ahh)

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Outro: French Montana]
Haan, yeah, your bitch a freak, yeah
Yeah, you niggas [??], yeah
Harlem Bronx deadly combination
Fiends helped built the nation
Grams to the crates
The grand escape

Dj Khaled – Major Bag Alert Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Major Bag Alert Lyrics

[Quavo & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… (oh, yeah)
We The Best Music! (major)
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Another one!
Bag, bag, bag, bag, yeah
DJ Khaled!

Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice)
Save ya check, you don’t know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings, pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yup (bag)
I know them big racks won’t fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag)

[Offset:]
(Offset!) I pull out a 50 before I begin
Patek Philippe with the snow in the wind
She disrespectful, so I nut on her chest
Then I drop down, so I’m gangsta again
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Niggas be copying the swag alert
Add it up, stack it up, add it up, stack it up
I had to cut off the stragglers
Wrist in the back of the truck
Bitch I twist up the bando then hit the horn, bum bum bum
All of my pockets got lumps on lumps
Pull out the stick nigga, bum bum bum bum
She don’t want want me but I know what she want
Hold up my bust like I’m proving a point
This llama, muhf**ker, ’bout hit like a bald head
You had a big bag but somehow it don’t slump
When your life in the hype and the package go down
When you take off the plug and the prices go down
Had to dodge a few obstacles, dodge a few rounds
When you havin’ that shit, you can buy you a mount
(Buy you a mount)
Got the Bentley, the Wraith and the Lambo, no mileage
(Bentley, the Wraith and the Lamb)
Now go get the blue cheese, the rackaids, whatever you call it

[Quavo & DJ Khaled:]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice)
Save ya check, You don’t know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings, pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yeah (bag)
I know them big racks won’t fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)

[Takeoff:]
2K13, we came in with fashion first (did it)
Pass the work (pass) then ash the purp (cookie)
I asked to convert (skrt skrt) she flirt, then slurp (slurp)
Say you won’t talk major bag alert
Say he got the AK but that’s cap alert
For niggas to pop off, that’s smack alert
Pull up on you, shoot at your captain first
Price, it wasn’t nothin’ what the plug say
Tip off some act, it’s a holiday (Actavis)
I’ma pull up and exterminate
Let me find out where your momma stay (momma)
Piggy-back come in from L.A
I’ma go Ye with the runway
Major bag alert with the Kim K
Want a big 3000, André
I could throw the money John Elway (which way?)
Two Peak Patek, no Pelé
Shoot out the booth, no shell case
I speak the truth from the membrane
Takeoff!

[Quavo & DJ Khaled:]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice
Save ya check, You don’t know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings, pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yup
I know them big racks won’t fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)

[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!
Major bag alert!
Another one

DJ Khaled – Major Bag Alert (feat. Migos) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Quavo & DJ Khaled]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ohh, yeah)
We The Best Music! (major)
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Another one!
Bag, bag, bag, bag, yeah
DJ Khaled!

[Hook: Quavo & DJ Khaled]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice)
Save ya check, You don’t know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings, pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yup (bag)
I know them big racks won’t fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag)

[Verse 1: Offset]
(Offset!) I pull out a 50 before I begin
Patek Philippe with the snow in the wind
She disrespectful, so I nut on her chin
Then I drop down, so I’m gangsta again
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Niggas be copying the swag alert
Add it up, stack it up, add it up, stack it up
I had to cut off the stragglers
Wrist in the back of the truck
Bitch I twist up the bando then hit the horn, bum bum bum
All of my pockets got lumps on lumps
Pull out the stick nigga, bum bum bum bum
She don’t want want me but I know what she want
Hold up my bust like I’m proving a point
This llama, muhfucker, ‘bout hit like a bald head
You had a big bag but somehow it don’t slump
When your life in the hype and the package go down
When you take off the plug and the prices go down
Had to dodge a few obstacles, dodge a few rounds
When you havin’ that shit, you can buy you a mount
(Buy you a mount)
Got the Bentley, the Wraith and the Lambo, no mileage
(Bentley, the Wraith and the Lamb)
Now go get the blue cheese, the rackaids, whatever you call it

[Hook: Quavo & DJ Khaled]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice)
Save ya check, You don’t know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings, pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yeah (bag)
I know them big racks won’t fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
2K13, we came in with fashion first (did it)
Pass the work (pass) then ash the purp (cookie)
I asked to convert (skrt skrt) she flirt, then slurp (slurp)
Say you won’t talk major bag alert
Say he got the AK but that’s cap alert
For niggas to pop off, that’s smack alert
Pull up on you, shoot at your captain first
Price, it wasn’t nothin’ what the plug say
Tip off some act, it’s a holiday (Actavis)
I’ma pull up and exterminate
Let me find out where your momma stay (momma)
Piggy-back come in from L.A
I’ma go Ye with the runway
Major bag alert with the Kim K
Want a big 3000, André
I could throw the money John Elway (which way?)
Two Peak Patek, no Pelé
Shoot out the booth, no shell case
I speak the truth from the membrane
Takeoff!

[Hook: Quavo & DJ Khaled]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice
Save ya check, You don’t know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings, pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yup
I know them big racks won’t fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!
Major bag alert!
Another one

DJ Esco – Too Much Sauce (feat. Future & Lil Uzi Vert)

That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all on my fingers
That’s too much sauce
Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
Haters like "knock that off"
All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
Shaquille O’Neal with the haters ’cause I’m blockin’ y’all
Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
That boy saw my chain, he said "what’s the cost?", aye
You wanna know the amount? Can you count?
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani, more like Voss
Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss
Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
(That’s too much sauce)
Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
Wait, now I’m getting money
Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
Fake energy don’t move us
Diamonds they wide like a coupe
Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
Drugs got me lost like Bermuda
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani

Meek Mill – On The Regular lyrics

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech
Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea
Boogers all up in the piece
We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and it’s one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7
Trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and it’s federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine, yeah
Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
She don’t fuck, never mind, no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides
When we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

Meek Mill – On The Regular

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea
Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and its one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and its federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine yea
Bad bitch hella fine woah
She don’t fuck never mind no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

Dj ESCO – Too Much Sauce lyrics

[Intro: Future]
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all on my fingers
That’s too much sauce
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
Haters like “knock that off”
All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
Shaquille O’Neal with the haters cause I’m blockin’ y’all
Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
That boy saw my chain, he said “what’s the cost?”, aye
You wanna know the amount? Can you count?

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like the Dasani, more like Voss
Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss, yeah
Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
(That’s too much sauce)
Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
Wait, now i’m getting money
Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
Fake energy don’t move us
Diamonds they wide like a cougar
Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
Drugs got me lost like Bermuda

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce