"Parisian Nights" lyrics
(feat. KNDRX)
[Conway the Machine:]
You know?
The check's handsome
You know I'm pretty
I'm pretty, right?
I mean, the check's real handsome, haha
Look
Streets of Paris, smokin' my newest reefer
Quarter-mil' wrist, a good Louis sneaker
Dua Lipa in the corner, they said I blew the streets up
Smell the Creed on my skin, I cleaned up my sins
When I write, my heart bleed from my pen
Currency marathon, I can see the future five years beyond
I'm Farrakhan, chain a thousand karats, I ain't wear the charm (Woo)
Heavy indeed, I'm MVP, Joel Embiid ('Kay)
Set of keys, I just reconnect from Medellín
Word on my dead, I'll put a bird on your head
I tell the shooters, "Turn up," and niggas turnin' up dead (Gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah)
Yeah, I green-light it, everything I touch turn to gold
'Chine Midas, Drumwork regime, King Leonidas
Watch game flew over his bust and mine's plain
Goddamn, your arms is too short to box, man (Haha)
Yeah, money all in the walls
Beauty in all my scars, perfection in all my flaws
The check's handsome, brick's pretty, connect stamped 'em
Linen pants, I'm in France writin' my next anthem
Two women too willin' to be my next tandem
I'm out in London in the mornin', let me text mandem, yeah
My connection, my compadre
Toast drinks when we link, one hundred percent agave
Transaction went suave, scored head in the watch face, uh (Salud)
Blue hundreds and pink fifties in my safe
I don't want nobody to stress for me
Even if I talk about my failures, it still'll be a success story
She DM'd her number, but I ain't text shorty, huh
I mean, the bitch was gorgeous, but she dress poorly, yeah
You know how the god play
Craps table at the Bellagio, fifty thousand all the hard way (Uh-huh), huh
The knife work like Salt Bae ('Kay)
Gun work, desperado with the guitar case (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
[KNDRX:]
In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change
Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage
Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne
Took a long time, still tryna deal with the pain
Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain
I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait
Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing
Too bright, shit was lights out
[Conway the Machine:]
(Big homie)
We made it (We made it, we made it)
We made it, we made it, we made it (Don't it feel good? It feel good, right?)
We made it, we made it, we made it (This what the top feel like, this what the top feel like)
We made it, we made it, we made it (Started at the bottom, though, started at the bottom)
We made it, we made it, we made it (Now we at the top, yeah, woo)
[KNDRX:]
In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change
Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage
Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne
Took a long time, still tryna deal with the pain
Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain
I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait
Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing
Too bright, shit was lights out
In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change
Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne
Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain
Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing
Too bright, shit was lights out
You know?
The check's handsome
You know I'm pretty
I'm pretty, right?
I mean, the check's real handsome, haha
Look
Streets of Paris, smokin' my newest reefer
Quarter-mil' wrist, a good Louis sneaker
Dua Lipa in the corner, they said I blew the streets up
Smell the Creed on my skin, I cleaned up my sins
When I write, my heart bleed from my pen
Currency marathon, I can see the future five years beyond
I'm Farrakhan, chain a thousand karats, I ain't wear the charm (Woo)
Heavy indeed, I'm MVP, Joel Embiid ('Kay)
Set of keys, I just reconnect from Medellín
Word on my dead, I'll put a bird on your head
I tell the shooters, "Turn up," and niggas turnin' up dead (Gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah)
Yeah, I green-light it, everything I touch turn to gold
'Chine Midas, Drumwork regime, King Leonidas
Watch game flew over his bust and mine's plain
Goddamn, your arms is too short to box, man (Haha)
Yeah, money all in the walls
Beauty in all my scars, perfection in all my flaws
The check's handsome, brick's pretty, connect stamped 'em
Linen pants, I'm in France writin' my next anthem
Two women too willin' to be my next tandem
I'm out in London in the mornin', let me text mandem, yeah
My connection, my compadre
Toast drinks when we link, one hundred percent agave
Transaction went suave, scored head in the watch face, uh (Salud)
Blue hundreds and pink fifties in my safe
I don't want nobody to stress for me
Even if I talk about my failures, it still'll be a success story
She DM'd her number, but I ain't text shorty, huh
I mean, the bitch was gorgeous, but she dress poorly, yeah
You know how the god play
Craps table at the Bellagio, fifty thousand all the hard way (Uh-huh), huh
The knife work like Salt Bae ('Kay)
Gun work, desperado with the guitar case (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
[KNDRX:]
In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change
Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage
Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne
Took a long time, still tryna deal with the pain
Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain
I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait
Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing
Too bright, shit was lights out
[Conway the Machine:]
(Big homie)
We made it (We made it, we made it)
We made it, we made it, we made it (Don't it feel good? It feel good, right?)
We made it, we made it, we made it (This what the top feel like, this what the top feel like)
We made it, we made it, we made it (Started at the bottom, though, started at the bottom)
We made it, we made it, we made it (Now we at the top, yeah, woo)
[KNDRX:]
In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change
Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage
Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne
Took a long time, still tryna deal with the pain
Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain
I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait
Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing
Too bright, shit was lights out
In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change
Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne
Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain
Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing
Too bright, shit was lights out
