"Dinner With Scorsese" lyrics
GASHI & JIMI BANKS Lyrics
Karl Lagerfeld Chanel sunglasses as my guns blasting
I don't talk fashion bitch I'm talking cash
Now it's fast cars blowing money fast
Tickets on the dash parked the LaFerrari out on Nostrand Ave
New Brioni tags keep my bitch in Chloe bags
At the Byblos missoni room in the south of France
Couch from 7th Ave I don't even gotta brag
Said she modeled for Balenciaga now she selling ass
Two gold bells no joke I'm no Chappelle
Gun smoke and lonely tales the street show it's no prevail
I'm counting bills bills bills like when you open mail
I heard your soul for sale my chain swing like Cody Bell
Why bother five bottles for the five starters
Ocean Prime eating fine lobster living like a mobster
Rose gold oyster Rollie on I say the our father
Told my girl the less I know the better like I'm Tame Impala
Banks a scholar, took a penny turned it into dollars
Suit from Prada walking through my neighborhood like Mr Rogers
Top shotta cops knocking while I'm out shopping
Been popping way they been watching man they need binoculars
Minds racing contracts and conversations
I'm just tryna keep my balance like I'm out skating
Time wasting champagne and wine tasting
Big racks pocket full of blues Miles Davis
Today I feel like pleasing you more than before
Today I know what I want to do more than before
Ayy you rap cats make me laugh
Y'all crazy ass your label buying all of your streams
That shit is trash bang this
Diamonds dancing like a dancer
Her skin softer than a panther
Questions coming daily but my money is the answer
They praying for my fall I multiply like my standards
Deion Sanders prime time the way I'm dodging all these cameras
Purple label with my Glock walking through the gala
Y'all a bunch of cowards rocking purple hearts
Stolen valor pissed on my hands
So the dogs won't smell the powder
Try to clam me up till I turn their brains into clam chowder
The money long like old ties
Y'all some old guys four-five potato on the barrel
Now you cold fries
Fist full of rings smash your skull that's a gold mine
Face looking like you nosedive during low tides
All this ice on me I might get deported
Your algorithm isn't in my tax bracket
Every album classic
Heard your new shit dawg it was tragic
Performed at the Kith show with my ratchet
Heidi Klum blew me a kiss it was magic
Too much water on me for me to wear a wire
Bruce Springsteen I'm on fire
Promoters never seen no one flyer
Stalk my pages to get inspired
But still be lost in their pathfinders
Today I feel like pleasing you
More than before
Today I know what I want to do
More than before
I hate when people wearing brand logo in the street
They look like victims of fashion
I don't talk fashion bitch I'm talking cash
Now it's fast cars blowing money fast
Tickets on the dash parked the LaFerrari out on Nostrand Ave
New Brioni tags keep my bitch in Chloe bags
At the Byblos missoni room in the south of France
Couch from 7th Ave I don't even gotta brag
Said she modeled for Balenciaga now she selling ass
Two gold bells no joke I'm no Chappelle
Gun smoke and lonely tales the street show it's no prevail
I'm counting bills bills bills like when you open mail
I heard your soul for sale my chain swing like Cody Bell
Why bother five bottles for the five starters
Ocean Prime eating fine lobster living like a mobster
Rose gold oyster Rollie on I say the our father
Told my girl the less I know the better like I'm Tame Impala
Banks a scholar, took a penny turned it into dollars
Suit from Prada walking through my neighborhood like Mr Rogers
Top shotta cops knocking while I'm out shopping
Been popping way they been watching man they need binoculars
Minds racing contracts and conversations
I'm just tryna keep my balance like I'm out skating
Time wasting champagne and wine tasting
Big racks pocket full of blues Miles Davis
Today I feel like pleasing you more than before
Today I know what I want to do more than before
Ayy you rap cats make me laugh
Y'all crazy ass your label buying all of your streams
That shit is trash bang this
Diamonds dancing like a dancer
Her skin softer than a panther
Questions coming daily but my money is the answer
They praying for my fall I multiply like my standards
Deion Sanders prime time the way I'm dodging all these cameras
Purple label with my Glock walking through the gala
Y'all a bunch of cowards rocking purple hearts
Stolen valor pissed on my hands
So the dogs won't smell the powder
Try to clam me up till I turn their brains into clam chowder
The money long like old ties
Y'all some old guys four-five potato on the barrel
Now you cold fries
Fist full of rings smash your skull that's a gold mine
Face looking like you nosedive during low tides
All this ice on me I might get deported
Your algorithm isn't in my tax bracket
Every album classic
Heard your new shit dawg it was tragic
Performed at the Kith show with my ratchet
Heidi Klum blew me a kiss it was magic
Too much water on me for me to wear a wire
Bruce Springsteen I'm on fire
Promoters never seen no one flyer
Stalk my pages to get inspired
But still be lost in their pathfinders
Today I feel like pleasing you
More than before
Today I know what I want to do
More than before
I hate when people wearing brand logo in the street
They look like victims of fashion
