Cartier Money - VegasMadeO

They know Chy she's so versatile I don't have to recommend they take me in Cause they're already knowing that it's worth their while I'm from a area when it's dark out It gets scarier don't go corner shop I put some mulla on your head I don't corner opps And I'm quick to say when we bucking 'em When we ask for Lo's they don't type back Cause they start to deep they're not like that You come here and think west end and palaces See your best friend get moved to and just stand there like paralysis What the fuck Growing up no father but it did make me go harder So it served more as a catalyst When it was cool to smoke How am I higher than them And I ain't ever had to touch cannabis, why they mad at this Never follow fashion, N- follow me First class when I'm flying out cah I'm Too fly for economy I keep telling niggas don't bother me Phone DND cause I'm grinding you can't call twice You can't get through I air text too I'm that girl you can't get next to They want the smoke we bring the twos get you boot up Winter time you better duck I get your goose cut So clean but from the dirt get it you know pressure makes diamonds And from my mum I get this work ethic They do the most, but me I never have to do too much Mic tatted on me in my skin They stream my music in places I've never been From Canada to Berlin Staying low and getting dough For all these hours that I've put in I need my flowers for this cooking not a dumpling Why they picking off and handing me pettles Behind a chauffeur with a toaster for this kettle In London we say "you're dun out" but in New York bitches metal Can't wash that off with Dettol If he can't match my bag It won't go that far for me to dump him Out of me can't even get a hello When I'm in west bags green or they come yellow Girls they don't like me want my spot Bitch I'm everything that they're not I get figures, how you figure Legs for running up a bag And not running down a nigga cause Too fly for economy I keep telling niggas don't bother me Phone DND cause I'm grinding you can't call twice You can't get through I air text too I'm that girl you can't get next to They want the smoke we bring the twos get you boot up Winter time you better duck I get your goose cut So clean but from the dirt get it you know pressure makes diamonds And from my mum I get this work ethic They do the most, but me I never have to do too much