"BUTTERFLY COUPE" lyrics
Spence Lee & Melz Lyrics
Butterfly coupe went crawlin' straight to flyin'
Spent his last penny tryna chase a dime
My brudda got tear drops but he ain't did no cryin'
I got them racks I might go pop my shit on live
Pocket rocket, that shit only hold bout nine
Pocket rocket, that shit smaller than a fry
I got more swag than him and him combined
Vintage Roley, I just went and bought some time
Too much swag, all I need is a white tee, yeah
Goyard bag and it's stuffed with hella cheese, yeah
Type of money make ya hoe get on her knees, yeah
Type of money wake you right up out your sleep, yeah
If they talkin' down on Melz, I know they lyin'
If they talkin' down on Spence, prolly took they vibe
I let the top down, gettin' topped up while I drive
I'm gettin' racks if you ever see me outside
Butterfly coupe went crawlin' straight to flyin'
Spent his last penny tryna chase a dime
My brudda got tear drops but he ain't did no cryin'
I got them racks I might go pop my shit on live
Lost my dog but he ain't dead, he just turned fed
Couple karats on my ears, they gon turn heads
You cuffin', you lovin' these hoes, you might as well burn bread
I'm up in the lab, cookin' this shit until my eyes turn red
Came up out the mud clean without a stain, yeah
Ran a hundred up faster than Usain, yeah
All that swag talk mixin' up her brain, yeah
Never givin' up my freedom for a chain, yeah
Ain't signin' no paperwork, I'm stickin' to this pape
I changed my tax bracket with a mixtape
I kept it too real with you damn fakes
I shoulda blew some gas in ya damn face
Butterfly coupe went crawlin' straight to flyin'
Spent his last penny tryna chase a dime
My brudda got tear drops but he ain't did no cryin'
I got them racks I might go pop my shit on live
Spent his last penny tryna chase a dime
My brudda got tear drops but he ain't did no cryin'
I got them racks I might go pop my shit on live
Pocket rocket, that shit only hold bout nine
Pocket rocket, that shit smaller than a fry
I got more swag than him and him combined
Vintage Roley, I just went and bought some time
Too much swag, all I need is a white tee, yeah
Goyard bag and it's stuffed with hella cheese, yeah
Type of money make ya hoe get on her knees, yeah
Type of money wake you right up out your sleep, yeah
If they talkin' down on Melz, I know they lyin'
If they talkin' down on Spence, prolly took they vibe
I let the top down, gettin' topped up while I drive
I'm gettin' racks if you ever see me outside
Butterfly coupe went crawlin' straight to flyin'
Spent his last penny tryna chase a dime
My brudda got tear drops but he ain't did no cryin'
I got them racks I might go pop my shit on live
Lost my dog but he ain't dead, he just turned fed
Couple karats on my ears, they gon turn heads
You cuffin', you lovin' these hoes, you might as well burn bread
I'm up in the lab, cookin' this shit until my eyes turn red
Came up out the mud clean without a stain, yeah
Ran a hundred up faster than Usain, yeah
All that swag talk mixin' up her brain, yeah
Never givin' up my freedom for a chain, yeah
Ain't signin' no paperwork, I'm stickin' to this pape
I changed my tax bracket with a mixtape
I kept it too real with you damn fakes
I shoulda blew some gas in ya damn face
Butterfly coupe went crawlin' straight to flyin'
Spent his last penny tryna chase a dime
My brudda got tear drops but he ain't did no cryin'
I got them racks I might go pop my shit on live
