Blvck Svm, Chow Mane - vinaigrette Lyrics

458 with the turbo the fastest, I'm on the interstate dashing
I'm tryna make it more aerodynamic, I take the top out the casket
Please don't do nothing drastic
Bro got the F&N plastic, fold in his pocket like origami
Got a new crib I need Murakami, tryna decorate
One-of-one on me, no replicate
YSL loafers, can't check a lace
Vegan lil shorty just gave me a hickey
Cuz all of these carats on necklace
I need the Moncler coat with the red and the black
On the wrist like a checker space
Recently hit me I gotta dream bigger
I'm reaching my goals at a record pace
Seems like it's always a check to chase
Carve up a track like a jack-o-lantern
My new schedule lately could pack a planner
Chains on me never lacking banter
And they move when I move like a backup dancer
Niggas thinking I'm a necromancer cuz of how I summon up the dead
See me summing up the bread
See me walking with a spread, both pockets well-fed
Steak 48, all she want is salad with a lil vinaigrette
Ask her why she being modest
Told me she don't wanna run me up a check
Told her she ain't gotta worry bout it
My food budget built to flex
Baguettes on the Aude Piguet
But I still got the Apple Watch counting my steps, aye
Black magic in the sesh, I summon a demon with only a text, aye
And she got a man, so she on the fence
But when she see me she forget, aye
She call like she placing a bet, aye
She don't wanna make me upset, aye
Hand on my neck cuz she mine
No L'Oreal she got tears in her eyes
You ain't outside cuz I'm there with the guys
We just caught your man slipping he very surprised
Got a lil money appearances-wise
And I got a lil more in my checking deposit
I look like a lick so they plot on me probably
That's why I keep one up on top like I'm Mozzy
Damn, Tesla equipped with the charger
Suicide doors they martyrs
Necklace glow in the dark the tints Trap House 3 they darker
I take my pick of these daughters like I was a IG photographer
If she got a man I don't want her
Unless that man happen to be you or Shawn Carter
Bad yellow boy like Bart, Buddha my neck good karma
Broke boys begging for bread
They like goddamn birds at the harbor
Halibut dipped in tartar, balsamic vinaigrette with the parma
Me n Svm stuffing shorties like shawarmas
Like E-40 stay sharp on all corners

458 with the turbo the fastest, I'm on the interstate dashing
I'm tryna make it more aerodynamic, I take the top out the casket
Please don't do nothing drastic
Bro got the F&N plastic, fold in his pocket like origami
Got a new crib I need Murakami, tryna decorate
One-of-one on me, no replicate
YSL loafers, can't check a lace
Vegan lil shorty just gave me a hickey
Cuz all of these carats on necklace
I need the Moncler coat with the red and the black
On the wrist like a checker space
Recently hit me I gotta dream bigger
I'm reaching my goals at a record pace
Seems like it's always a check to chase
Carve up a track like a jack-o-lantern
My new schedule lately could pack a planner
Chains on me never lacking banter
And they move when I move like a backup dancer
Niggas thinking I'm a necromancer cuz of how I summon up the dead
See me summing up the bread
See me walking with a spread, both pockets well-fed
Steak 48, all she want is salad with a lil vinaigrette
Ask her why she being modest
Told me she don't wanna run me up a check
Told her she ain't gotta worry bout it
My food budget built to flex
Baguettes on the Aude Piguet
But I still got the Apple Watch counting my steps, aye
Black magic in the sesh, I summon a demon with only a text, aye
And she got a man, so she on the fence
But when she see me she forget, aye
She call like she placing a bet, aye
She don't wanna make me upset, aye
Hand on my neck cuz she mine
No L'Oreal she got tears in her eyes
You ain't outside cuz I'm there with the guys
We just caught your man slipping he very surprised
Got a lil money appearances-wise
And I got a lil more in my checking deposit
I look like a lick so they plot on me probably
That's why I keep one up on top like I'm Mozzy
Damn, Tesla equipped with the charger
Suicide doors they martyrs
Necklace glow in the dark the tints Trap House 3 they darker
I take my pick of these daughters like I was a IG photographer
If she got a man I don't want her
Unless that man happen to be you or Shawn Carter
Bad yellow boy like Bart, Buddha my neck good karma
Broke boys begging for bread
They like goddamn birds at the harbor
Halibut dipped in tartar, balsamic vinaigrette with the parma
Me n Svm stuffing shorties like shawarmas
Like E-40 stay sharp on all corners