[Intro] (Dark atmospheric synth pads, heavy deep 808 sub-bass kicking in) Yeah. A-Town, you already know how we coming. Got the bag on me. My lady with me. Let's spin through Lenox. (Pouring syrup in a Styrofoam cup) Let's go. [Chorus] Bad lil' vibe, got her riding in a Cullinan! Spending all these bands, yeah, you know how we living man! Gucci down, Fendi out, dripping in the designer, Fly her out to Paris just to go and remind her! Double cups pouring up, yeah, we got the drank on deck, Diamonds dancing heavy, yeah, look at the frozen neck! [Verse 1] Step in Phipps Plaza, put the black card to work, Got her smiling heavy while she lifting up the skirt, New bags, new shoes, yeah, she picking out the Louis, Treating my slime right, yeah, she looking like a movie. Trapping out the Pyrex, serving up the white, We been running up the digits heavy every night, Bro got the chopper in the back of the Bentley truck, When you living like a boss, man, you never give a fuck. Bought the Chanel purse just to match the red bottoms, All these broke haters, yeah, I swear we never got 'em. [Chorus] Bad lil' vibe, got her riding in a Cullinan! Spending all these bands, yeah, you know how we living man! Gucci down, Fendi out, dripping in the designer, Fly her out to Paris just to go and remind her! Double cups pouring up, yeah, we got the drank on deck, Diamonds dancing heavy, yeah, look at the frozen neck! [Verse 2] Patek on her wrist, now she matching with my Cartier, We don't do the stress, we just count it up the hard way, From the mud to the penthouse, looking at the skyline, Every time she step outside, she know that she look prime. Ice on her fingers and a mink on her shoulders, Getting richer every day as the money getting older, Slatt in the passenger, looking real pretty, We the real bosses running through the A-City. [Outro] (808 bass rumbling deep, fading out with lingering synth melodies) Yeah. A-Town shit. Real trapper love. (Fade out)
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