[Intro]
In a bottle
Kind of
Yeah, in a bottle
Yeah
Kind of hollow (Okay)
In a bottle (Okay)
Kind of hollow (Okay)
Cop some Fendi

[Chorus]
Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove' (In the Range Rove', in the Range Rove')
(Swerving in the Range Rove')

[Verse 1]
Genie in a bottle, got 'em shook like the Mentos
Tears in a jar, keep it as a memento
Monеy coming in, let us know we got the work flow
It's been a long timе since I dropped out of high school
It's not enough to chef it, yeah, you gotta have the recipe
I'ma drop the top like, "Open, sesame"
When I'm at the crib, I just chill on the outside
Can't forget the past but move on to a better me
On the back porch, hear the wind through the tall trees
Yeah, we making waves, big drip like the high seas
Green on me like ivy, in the cut like IV
I'ma blow some racks 'cause I used to not like me
Used to not like me, now I'm cold, icy
Underwater, Pisces, splash, it's a whirlwind
World tour make the Earth spin, yeah, we working
Had to put my phone down, I had to vibe in person
[Chorus]
Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove'
Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove'

[Bridge]
We were never meant to stay, okay?
Now I'm in the Range and it's grey, okay?
Swerving in the Range Rove'

[Verse 2]
We were never meant to stay, okay?
Now I'm in the Range and it's grey, okay?
Swerving in the Range like nothing was the same
Skrrting through the rain, I forgot what is pain
Yeah, car spit flames, run away from the grey
We were never meant to stay, okay?
(And I'm in the Range, okay? Ayy)

[Chorus]
Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove'
Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow
I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow
I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls
Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove'