Armani Caesar The Liz Symphony Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
Uh, yo

[Verse 1]
Word to my VVs
Bitches can't see me, they on their Stevie (Uh)
These bitches impostors, that's on linguine or fettuccine
Shooters come ASAP, shout out to RiRi
I make a opp disappear like Houdini
Ponytail, belly shirt, must be a genie
All of them hatin' hoes wish they could be me (Word)
I'ma take it to the top
Bitches think they my twinnem, yeah, I'ma show you how we not (Uh-uh)
Hundred-fifty on the neck, hun, 'nother fifty on the watch (What else?)
Drove a C-Class to the dealership, drove a G-Wag' off the lot (Facts)

[Interlude]
AC, Piguet
Hood bitch on a PJ
Competition can't f*ck with me, get snacked on like a cheat day
Strawberries with the Clicq', ayy
Hold the Hermès like a briefcase
Hold the Hermès like a briefcase

[Verse 2]
I'm on my 2-3, I'm havin' it
Y'all hoes ain't like that, you draggin' it Pull up, doors open like cabinets
I've been called plenty of things, but not average
They see me boss up, that's how I get 'em
He sendin' stacks, I don't ask how he get 'em
Bitches don't gotta act funny with me (Shit)
Tuh, I'll even pass you the nigga (Okay)
Gotta move fast for these niggas
He in his feelings, I'm laughin' at niggas
I love me a passionate nigga
I got him whipped, guess I mastered the nigga
They ain't got nothin' on me
The bars [are so sick??], they excite you
Slide with the 'K like Y2
My bread way up, I could wife you (My bread way up, I could wife you)

[Outro]
My bread way up, I could wife you (My bread way up, I could wife you)
My bread way up, I could wife you (My bread way up, I could wife you)
My bread way up, I could wife you
Slide with the 'K like Y2
My bread way up, I could wife you