"Spices" lyrics

I tried to pop up a bottle but models still looking too spicy

I tried to pop me a bottle but models still looking too spicy
So I just ordered a shot and I poured for the block and the 93
Two-toned instead of the watch, I do not care 'bout a clock (yeah yeah)
Gon' get baddie to drop, lenses of Fendi in clubs

Shawty just hold on, pop it and hold on
Trynna get gold on, my heart still cold, oh
We came from poor, oh, I pour a new four
We came from group homes to 'Raris and two-tones, yeah

I tried to pop me a bottle but models still looking too spicy
So I just ordered a shot and I poured for the block and the 93
Two-toned instead of the watch, I do not care 'bout a clock (yeah yeah)
Gon' get baddie to drop, lenses of Fendi in clubs

Shawty just hold on, pop it and hold on
Trynna get gold on, my heart still cold, oh
We came from poor, oh, I pour a new four
Since my birth I dreamed 'bout whips and suites and two-tones

Shawty just hold on, pop it and hold on
Trynna get gold on, my heart still cold, oh
We came from poor, oh, I pour a new four
We came from group homes to 'Raris and two-tones, yeah