Lyrics

Caught you in the low light standing
Baccarat smells fill the air when you vanish
Is the good times all organic?
Meet me at the bar, Aquapana on the granite
Really could’ve met you anywhere on the planet
The small talk is about the time that we manage
Or the time that we wasted with all this small talk, I really shouldn’t even say shit

Let you become my favorite
The music taste is
Made for moving bases
No statements, no cases
Just playlist
My placements have made for these vases
Arrangements
Putting smiles on faces
I embrace it
The bad guy isn’t so tasteless
Birkin 35, no waitlist
Good graces
Let you have all of my time
No patience

Put you on the guest list, now you won’t exit
All these niggas in here, but I’m the one you mess with?
Put you on the guest list, now you won’t exit
Yeah