Staccato - Tory Lanez

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

220s on my head, just made it to six-speed
Used to have love for you bitches, now I'm like, "Bitch, please"
Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd
Fuck needin' a bitch, I'm what a bitch need

230 thousand on the Bentley
So even when it's dirty, know my shit clean
Got a thick bih, her name's Christina
Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah

Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy
She fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a vibe, my nigga
I spent 25 all on my side bitch
And if I get caught, I'ma deny it

I'ma deny it, I'm a fuckin' rider
Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off

Ayy, I'm hotter than Folgers
Money so thick, can't fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, bitch, I'm a soldier, ugh

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me?
And if she don't, she probably get it wet, it must be
None of my biddies put no niggas above me
I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me

Couldn't be a fake nigga if I tried to be
Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can't fuck no more
I'm a big money nigga on a jet

Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya
I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I'm a G, fuck her ex, no sweat

To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left
Ayy, I'm on the yachty, I got them thots to the left
She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though



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