[Chorus]
This is Patek Philippe
We got that shit right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n***a, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a fucking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green
This is Patek Philippe
We got that shit right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n***a, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a fucking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green

[Verse 1]
In just four days, I'm in double-G's
Skinny bitches, that's my cup of tea
I run that shit up like it's for me
[?] got a couple O-Z's
Um, European denim, European shoes, yeah, a n***a gotta have it
I turned a ten into a fucking 20, yeah, the thought of [?] drink
Drink up Folgers, stank
Racks in the bank
Pass her the keisha, she might faint
Uh huh, Hennessy for the bitches
Two hours later, now they throwing up
XVL what we throwing up
[?] can't fuck with us

[Chorus]
This is Patek Philippe
We got that shit right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n***a, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a fucking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green
This is Patek Philippe
We got that shit right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n***a, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a fucking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green

[Verse 2]
Uh, I poured the shit up in the styrofoam
Then poured that shit out
For all of my n***as that's dead and gone
I'm switching the gears, doing 200
N***as can't follow me home
Fuck 12, they can get it, too
I'ma get it out of there and you know I'm gone
I broke her heart
I did her wrong, wrong, wrong
I'm so sorry, I can't help it, that's just the shit I be on
I just take shots of Patrón
She don't wanna leave me alone
I poured me a four in the Faygo
Then I dump the ashes in the Wraith, hoe

[Chorus]
This is Patek Philippe
We got that shit right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n***a, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a fucking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green
This is Patek Philippe
We got that shit right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n***a, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a fucking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green