"Calories" lyrics
Let's roll, whoa
Let's go, let's go
I told her let's go
Let's go, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Bought her Hermès and she smiled at me
Put that shit on, I be styling me
Run to that bag, burning calories
She bad, I'm giving her cash on me
Trip out a Ghost, Casper me
Spoiled her, she can't help but brag on me
Fuck on a boat, don't announce it, mama
Bust yo' wrist down like a fountain, mama
Private jet, go to the island, mama (Let's go to the island, mama)
I'm him, I'm holding you down, little mama (I'm holding you down, little mama)
I made 20 Ms from my sound this summer (I made 20 Ms, let's do it)
I like when you rocking that blonde Madonna
Keeping that shit off the grid
I fuck around put yo' ass up in the crib
You better keep that shit real
You made a mistake, then it is what it is
Rick Owens sit on my rear, I'm having more water than a Navy SEAL
Rocket, I shed a tear, I went to island so I can think clear
Her body look slim, but it's real as her face
She on my bucket list, I'm cool to wait
She like the Margiela, she having taste
I'm having shooters, they walk with the Drac' (They walk with the Drac')
Nobody safe
All pharmaceutical drugs in the safe
She like the crocodile Birk' on the way
Chrome Hearts how I pop it
I got ostrich on my patches
I got riches, keep my blickies, I ain't lackin'
Bitches hit me, I keep Benjis, I keep rackys
Niggas out here laughing
But these bitches love my fashion
Rolls Royce Culli', smoking kusher like I'm Ashton (Ashton Kutcher)
I can't go nowhere without no cameras flashing (Flashing, flashing)
That's my action, we go eat with Chanel napkins (Action)
Shit get drastic, shoot my shot, you know I'm an assassin
Bought her Hermès and she smiled at me
Put that shit on, I be styling me
Run to that bag, burning calories
She bad, I'm giving her cash on me
Trip out a Ghost, Casper me
Spoiled her, she can't help but brag on me
Fuck on a boat, don't announce it, mama
Bust yo' wrist down like a fountain, mama
Private jet, go to the island, mama (Let's go to the island, mama)
I'm him, I'm holding you down, little mama (I'm holding you down, little mama)
I made 20 Ms from my sound this summer (I made 20 Ms, let's do it)
I like when you rocking that blonde Madonna
Let's roll, whoa
Let's go, let's go
I told her let's go
Let's go, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's go, let's go
I told her let's go
Let's go, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Bought her Hermès and she smiled at me
Put that shit on, I be styling me
Run to that bag, burning calories
She bad, I'm giving her cash on me
Trip out a Ghost, Casper me
Spoiled her, she can't help but brag on me
Fuck on a boat, don't announce it, mama
Bust yo' wrist down like a fountain, mama
Private jet, go to the island, mama (Let's go to the island, mama)
I'm him, I'm holding you down, little mama (I'm holding you down, little mama)
I made 20 Ms from my sound this summer (I made 20 Ms, let's do it)
I like when you rocking that blonde Madonna
Keeping that shit off the grid
I fuck around put yo' ass up in the crib
You better keep that shit real
You made a mistake, then it is what it is
Rick Owens sit on my rear, I'm having more water than a Navy SEAL
Rocket, I shed a tear, I went to island so I can think clear
Her body look slim, but it's real as her face
She on my bucket list, I'm cool to wait
She like the Margiela, she having taste
I'm having shooters, they walk with the Drac' (They walk with the Drac')
Nobody safe
All pharmaceutical drugs in the safe
She like the crocodile Birk' on the way
Chrome Hearts how I pop it
I got ostrich on my patches
I got riches, keep my blickies, I ain't lackin'
Bitches hit me, I keep Benjis, I keep rackys
Niggas out here laughing
But these bitches love my fashion
Rolls Royce Culli', smoking kusher like I'm Ashton (Ashton Kutcher)
I can't go nowhere without no cameras flashing (Flashing, flashing)
That's my action, we go eat with Chanel napkins (Action)
Shit get drastic, shoot my shot, you know I'm an assassin
Bought her Hermès and she smiled at me
Put that shit on, I be styling me
Run to that bag, burning calories
She bad, I'm giving her cash on me
Trip out a Ghost, Casper me
Spoiled her, she can't help but brag on me
Fuck on a boat, don't announce it, mama
Bust yo' wrist down like a fountain, mama
Private jet, go to the island, mama (Let's go to the island, mama)
I'm him, I'm holding you down, little mama (I'm holding you down, little mama)
I made 20 Ms from my sound this summer (I made 20 Ms, let's do it)
I like when you rocking that blonde Madonna
Let's roll, whoa
Let's go, let's go
I told her let's go
Let's go, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Writer(s): Kiari Cephus, Thomas Kessler, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
