Ian J - Platinum II Lyrics

Aye
Told the lord I'm sinnin'
He said
Don't you worry
You were born to win
I was going through some things
Never lost the vision
Fuck the silverware
I want a platinum dinner
Platinum plaques along the stairway like Russell
Lac on black and pockets feelin' thicker than butter
So subtle when she puttin' her hair up in a bun
Say she wanna be the holster to my gun (Aye)
Doin' the most like rollin' all my blunts for me
Diggin' for gold
Keep the focus on economy
You know but it sounds incredible
Too cold
Need a jacket made of caribou
Paid in full
Smokin' on cigars in Cuba
Fuck all that blase blah
Don't impress nobody
Illest in the city
Go ask somebody

Aye
Told the lord I'm sinnin'
He said
Don't you worry
You were born to win
I was going through some things
Never lost the vision
Fuck the silverware
I want a platinum dinner
Platinum plaques along the stairway like Russell
Lac on black and pockets feelin' thicker than butter
So subtle when she puttin' her hair up in a bun
Say she wanna be the holster to my gun (Aye)
Doin' the most like rollin' all my blunts for me
Diggin' for gold
Keep the focus on economy
You know but it sounds incredible
Too cold
Need a jacket made of caribou
Paid in full
Smokin' on cigars in Cuba
Fuck all that blase blah
Don't impress nobody
Illest in the city
Go ask somebody