"Barbados" lyrics

In Barbados on a speedboat
Counting up my C-notes
Brand new Lamborghini came and coated a marillo
I been on my VLONE
Raf Simons need those
Off-White belt with the Off-White fleece coat
Feel it [?] shirt
I stay fresh to my toes
Why they talk down when they trying to steal my flow
I'd rather get money I ain't worried about a ho
You trippin' over nothing I don't even see my foes

Yeah I had to get a bag for my bag, I don't mean to brag
I got all the sauce and that's on me, that's indeed a fact
Twenty bitches 'round me and they naked off of speed and gas
Roll it up, light it up, hit it, hit it, then I pass
Goin' fast in my new 'rari, yeah that's 12
She thought she had me figured out but she don't know me well
They said I couldn't do it so I did it by myself
Had to get it on my own, I ain't even need no help
Chillin', sippin' Coconut Ciroc with foreign model thotties
In Miami 902 and no, I got a lot of bodies
Amigdala mami come and give me sloppy toppy, in my Tommy
Probably 'cause I got a lot of money, now they really want me

In Barbados on a speedboat
Counting up my C-notes
Brand new Lamborghini came and coated a marillo
I been on my VLONE
Raf Simons need those
Off-White belt with the Off-White fleece coat
Feel it [?] shirt
I stay fresh to my toes
Why they talk down when they trying to steal my flow
I'd rather get money I ain't worried about a ho
You trippin' over nothing I don't even see my foes

In Barbados on a speedboat
Counting up my C-notes
Brand new Lamborghini came and coated a marillo
I been on my VLONE
Raf Simons need those
Off-White belt with the Off-White fleece coat
Feel it [?] shirt
I stay fresh to my toes
Why they talk down when they trying to steal my flow
I'd rather get money I ain't worried about a ho
You trippin' over nothing I don't even see my foes