"Gallery Depot" lyrics
I got it on, yeah, you know
Nation, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gallery depot, bucket low
Mix the scotch and Sauvignon, and cutting dope
Stuff a load up in a Dior, the way he go
Spanish [?] call me "senor", I'm royal gold
Only Ace that they know for sure, would never fold
Plenty secrets and plenty stories, I never told
Code speaking our language different no Rosetta Stone
Place that money next to my heart just so I'm close to home
Once you separate from the leaches you get open doors
I keep distance from weird niggas and you petty hoes
Keep at least a diamond in my pocket that bitch barely fold
Mixed the Prada boots with the single with the hare and bone
Don't be talking too much you know it get your credit close
Don't be lurking too much you know they pop your melon on
Put a silencer on that bitch now what's the stuff he knows
Put some diamonds inside piece now it's on Poconos
That was cold, I was bold, left a label, start my own
Sticks and stones, they was thrown, I ain't glass, I am Rome
I was built for this shit, laying brick after brick
Don't get mad, just get rich, catch flights, never fits
I been too humble I must admit it I'm thriving in private
Bought a crib it so fucking be that my neighbors are silent, yeah
I got it, I got it, them losses I'm dodging, yeah, yeah
Put in a deposit on self and I got a payday
Bruce Lee in his hey-day. Ferrari chopping the freeway (Chop)
Niggas listen to he say and she just wanna leave leeway
To kick it, with a real leader, a real speaker
Big steppers, divine people, want nothing fake, nothing flaw (No)
Shit me neither, you got my front I got your back, my brothers keeper
Gallery depot, bucket low
Mix the scotch and Sauvignon, and cutting dope
Stuff a load up in a Dior, the way he go
Spanish [?] call me "senor", I'm royal gold
Only Ace that they know for sure, would never fold (Never)
Plenty secrets and plenty stories, I never told (Never)
Code speaking our language different no Rosetta Stone (Different)
Place that money next to my heart just so I'm close to home (Ha, ha, ha)
Nation, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gallery depot, bucket low
Mix the scotch and Sauvignon, and cutting dope
Stuff a load up in a Dior, the way he go
Spanish [?] call me "senor", I'm royal gold
Only Ace that they know for sure, would never fold
Plenty secrets and plenty stories, I never told
Code speaking our language different no Rosetta Stone
Place that money next to my heart just so I'm close to home
Once you separate from the leaches you get open doors
I keep distance from weird niggas and you petty hoes
Keep at least a diamond in my pocket that bitch barely fold
Mixed the Prada boots with the single with the hare and bone
Don't be talking too much you know it get your credit close
Don't be lurking too much you know they pop your melon on
Put a silencer on that bitch now what's the stuff he knows
Put some diamonds inside piece now it's on Poconos
That was cold, I was bold, left a label, start my own
Sticks and stones, they was thrown, I ain't glass, I am Rome
I was built for this shit, laying brick after brick
Don't get mad, just get rich, catch flights, never fits
I been too humble I must admit it I'm thriving in private
Bought a crib it so fucking be that my neighbors are silent, yeah
I got it, I got it, them losses I'm dodging, yeah, yeah
Put in a deposit on self and I got a payday
Bruce Lee in his hey-day. Ferrari chopping the freeway (Chop)
Niggas listen to he say and she just wanna leave leeway
To kick it, with a real leader, a real speaker
Big steppers, divine people, want nothing fake, nothing flaw (No)
Shit me neither, you got my front I got your back, my brothers keeper
Gallery depot, bucket low
Mix the scotch and Sauvignon, and cutting dope
Stuff a load up in a Dior, the way he go
Spanish [?] call me "senor", I'm royal gold
Only Ace that they know for sure, would never fold (Never)
Plenty secrets and plenty stories, I never told (Never)
Code speaking our language different no Rosetta Stone (Different)
Place that money next to my heart just so I'm close to home (Ha, ha, ha)
