FERRARI Lyrics

(Shout out to that boy Cyrus, he murked this, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Back at it again, you know we can't leave nothin' on the plate
Hahahahaha, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season)
​diamond*, bling boy (Ceg3all trippin' on this one)
Let's go, diamond*

I talk to that bitch like a poet (Like a poet)
I fuck her then act like I don't know her (Like I don't know her)
All these drugs is messin' with my stomach (Hey)
I'm prayin' to God I don't throw up
I made a run to the pharmacy (Woo)
I need a four just to pour up (Woo, woo)
I whip out and nut on her bonnet (Hey)
These hoes crossin' Ø's, yeah, they know us
New crossed-O chain, it's an ornament (Øway)
Yellow black 'Rari a bumblebee
I play that ho like a harmony
I ball too hard, ain't no fuck nigga guardin' me
I need to run to thе pharmacy, prayin' to God that today I can pour up
He touch my chain, then the fuck nigga go up

Hе want some smoke, tell the fuck nigga roll up (Woo)
I had just upped on my salary (Woo, woo)
Now all these bitches be claimin' they proud of me (Yeah)
I'm spreadin' out hundreds and fifties, I hope that they see it, the ones that doubted me
I'm rocking Yohji, Margiela, I don't fly no Spirit, I'm right where a pilot be
Knew I was gon' be a player since I was a kid, I make a ho bow to me
Percocet sittin' in my stomach (Yeah), I feel it, so it's time to roll up (It's time to roll up)
Purple is my favorite color (Woo), I get happy whenever I pour up (Whenever I pour up)
I stand on that block like Tim Duncan (Hey), just waited my turn just to blow up (Woo)
We treat his head like a pumpkin (Hey), he talkin' crazy, he blow up (Øway)

I talk to that bitch like a poet
I fuck her then act like I don't know her
All these drugs is messin' with my stomach
I'm prayin' to God I don't throw up (I'm prayin')
I made a run to the pharmacy (Uh)
I need a four just to pour up (I need a four just to pour up)
I whip out and nut on her bonnet (Hey)
These hoes crossin' Ø's, yeah, they know us (Hey, hey)
New crossed-O chain, it's an ornament (Woo, woo)
Yellow black 'Rari a bumblebee (Øway, Øway)
I play that ho like a harmony
I ball too hard, ain't no fuck nigga guardin' me
I need to run to the pharmacy, prayin' to God that today I can pour up
He touch my chain, then the fuck nigga go up