Patek Philip (ft Skarm Dolla)

Pappy on that beat
Walk with my niggas don’t walk with the snakes
Dreaming with me I don’t what you bout
Need Patek on hanging on wrist
Come with me like ham yeah

Dream dream dream tryna feel it more
I don’t play but I sell it more
Faith for Deise gotta Filimone
Gotta four D’s gotta demonos
Fallin for damns tryna de-me more ham
Jump that Jessy no stress on jams
Follow the Pappy gon’ Pop like a man
Catch my Friends then kill another track

Need Patek then I’m pulling that mess
Putting that diamonds and Putting that water
Gon’ feel on the water and beating like Moses ham
I see my reflection on mirror when I’m chasing the money
The six on the set
Avenging my daddy that dead on dead
All of my niggas they gang on gang
Patek the water she act my daughter
I give her my dih like a daddy and a daughter woo

Sometimes when I leave with all my friends
See my better boys they losting faith
Everything we want is another chains
But we got no money, what we say

We need money dinero
Guess what my niggas gon say too
We need the Patek we grinding
We need money dinero
Guess what my niggas gon say too
We need the Patek we grinding

Sometimes when I drip with all my friends
See then badboys they snitching ay
Everything they want is Flexing Chains
But they got no finest things we got

We gonna speak of this one last time
You are demon born
An abomination in the eyes of God
I speared you from the fire
I gave you scripture

I gave you discipline
I forged you into a universe to stop these blades
I cannot save you from the flames
To do what’s necessary

I got the
I got the money para investir no drip
Meter um ice no pulso da bih Patek philips
Mantenho a calma na head yoh gira uma green
Call me Sean Don deep
Ter uma KK Yeezy
Ganhar como ganho não é eazy
Pi, pi

O brilho que vês lá no fundo do tunel
Yeah está no meu pulso
Curso de swag logo no buff
Atrás do paper não poupo na chase
Amigo de peito só cruz no meu chains

Hoo meu Deus
Tcheka detalhes que matam na djess
Com watch de ouro respondo tua diss
Eu já em Marte
Vocês na terra morrendo por excesso de pill’s

Sometimes when I leave with all my friends
See my better boys they losting faith
Everything we want is another chains
But we got no money, what we say

We need money dinero
Guess what my niggas gon say too
We need the Patek we grinding
We need money dinero
Guess what my niggas gon say too
We need the Patek we grinding

Sometimes when I drip with all my friends
See then badboys they snitching ay
Everything they want is Flexing Chains
But they got no finest things we got

Middle day, Midle Night
We on the fight
Fighting for everything that we want
New patek on the hanging
New patek on the hanging

We need money dinero
Ter papos com notas de mill yoh
Blocos de 100 no meu bolso
Ouro no pulso em coloso