STRAPPED!, BIGBABYGUCCI, STUNNA COLD - Patek Philippe Lyrics

Okay
The first one ever made y'all
This a Patek Phillipe bracelet
A Patek Phillipe bracelet nigga
Rose gold
Mother of pearl on the inside
Yeah all VVS stones
Yeah, Patek (uh uh)
Yeah, Patek (uh uh)
Yeah, Patek (uh uh)
Yeah, Patek
Uh, pow
I want Patek Phillipe
Don't walk across the street
My niggas they crawl, they creep (uh)
The .30 is hot, it's heat
Baby let bygones be bygones
If I pay her my body no Iza
I was moving them bricks through the pipeline
And your bitch swear to God I'm her lifeline
And I like how you try but you not me
Off the lean think I need me an I.V
Ain't no pussies that hang in my posse
Heard my song, now she wanna come top me
Uh, aye
I cannot settle for less
VV on the bezel, Patek
I can tell time because of the shine
It blinds it's not like the rest
You niggas comedic like Epps
I ball like I'm playing for prep
They hate in disguise was for your demise
That's why I just stay to myself
If a nigga want pressure what's happening
I keep me a rifle, compact
It's gon' instantly make an impact
If you planning on making attacks
If it ain't about money or bread or cheese
Then I ain't got time to react
I stay on my grind I can't close my eyes
I feel like an insomniac
They cannot compare to the man in the mirror
I'm speaking the truth it's facts
(Speaking the truth it's facts)
Fah!
I want Patek Phillipe
Don't walk across the street
My niggas they crawl, they creep (uh)
The .30 is hot, it's heat
Baby let bygones be bygones
If I pay her my body no Iza
I was moving them bricks through the pipeline
And your bitch swear to God I'm her lifeline
And I like how you try but you not me
Off the lean think I need me an I.V
Ain't no pussies that hang in my posse
Heard my song, now she wanna come top me

Okay
The first one ever made y'all
This a Patek Phillipe bracelet
A Patek Phillipe bracelet nigga
Rose gold
Mother of pearl on the inside
Yeah all VVS stones
Yeah, Patek (uh uh)
Yeah, Patek (uh uh)
Yeah, Patek (uh uh)
Yeah, Patek
Uh, pow
I want Patek Phillipe
Don't walk across the street
My niggas they crawl, they creep (uh)
The .30 is hot, it's heat
Baby let bygones be bygones
If I pay her my body no Iza
I was moving them bricks through the pipeline
And your bitch swear to God I'm her lifeline
And I like how you try but you not me
Off the lean think I need me an I.V
Ain't no pussies that hang in my posse
Heard my song, now she wanna come top me
Uh, aye
I cannot settle for less
VV on the bezel, Patek
I can tell time because of the shine
It blinds it's not like the rest
You niggas comedic like Epps
I ball like I'm playing for prep
They hate in disguise was for your demise
That's why I just stay to myself
If a nigga want pressure what's happening
I keep me a rifle, compact
It's gon' instantly make an impact
If you planning on making attacks
If it ain't about money or bread or cheese
Then I ain't got time to react
I stay on my grind I can't close my eyes
I feel like an insomniac
They cannot compare to the man in the mirror
I'm speaking the truth it's facts
(Speaking the truth it's facts)
Fah!
I want Patek Phillipe
Don't walk across the street
My niggas they crawl, they creep (uh)
The .30 is hot, it's heat
Baby let bygones be bygones
If I pay her my body no Iza
I was moving them bricks through the pipeline
And your bitch swear to God I'm her lifeline
And I like how you try but you not me
Off the lean think I need me an I.V
Ain't no pussies that hang in my posse
Heard my song, now she wanna come top me