Lyrics to Chateau Josué
We're gonna do this my way, alright?
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
Fuck what hoes claiming, got no say
It's my way, not her way
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
Hoes claiming, got no say
It's my way, not your way
Never been the type chase clout (Never)
I can tell how you lace your Nikes, you jet and chase it down (Pyow)
Before the race stretch, you wet, taking baby steps
I've yet to reach my apex
The track, it ain't made for potato heads, it'll be a train wrеck
I make a bitch wait 'til her breast turn to Raisinеts (Woo)
Tryna run game and finesse, we put razors to necks (Uh)
My blade'll decapitate a leg, paint it and decorate it red
Your old lady fainted, you dead, laying in bed
Your flesh and brain dangling by a thread
This ain't the web, a safe place to debate on a thread
Socially awkward niggas, talks to give your boy long sentence
In the court of opinion, typical plaintiff and defendant
Claims he collected data from a census (What?)
I was sniffing eight figures 'fore the my came to they senses (Uh)
I copped a Rolls-Royce Wraith with the angel on the engine
The realest in this, this ain't a snake oil business (Uh)
I whip the pollo with the same water you boil chicken (Uh)
The wrist a quarter mill', what's a sticker from Robin Kither [?]
Exotic whipper, big dipper diamonds we got from Syria
My la familia from Liberia, got my jewelry up
Shitting on my opps like I got a cup filled with psyllium husk
My watch chilly, you don't know how much chili I touched
Uh, uh, uh
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
It's my way, not her way
Fuck what hoes say, they got no say
Fuck what hoes say, they got no say
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
It's my way, and not her way
Stomp
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
Fuck what hoes claiming, got no say
It's my way, not her way
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
Hoes claiming, got no say
It's my way, not your way
Never been the type chase clout (Never)
I can tell how you lace your Nikes, you jet and chase it down (Pyow)
Before the race stretch, you wet, taking baby steps
I've yet to reach my apex
The track, it ain't made for potato heads, it'll be a train wrеck
I make a bitch wait 'til her breast turn to Raisinеts (Woo)
Tryna run game and finesse, we put razors to necks (Uh)
My blade'll decapitate a leg, paint it and decorate it red
Your old lady fainted, you dead, laying in bed
Your flesh and brain dangling by a thread
This ain't the web, a safe place to debate on a thread
Socially awkward niggas, talks to give your boy long sentence
In the court of opinion, typical plaintiff and defendant
Claims he collected data from a census (What?)
I was sniffing eight figures 'fore the my came to they senses (Uh)
I copped a Rolls-Royce Wraith with the angel on the engine
The realest in this, this ain't a snake oil business (Uh)
I whip the pollo with the same water you boil chicken (Uh)
The wrist a quarter mill', what's a sticker from Robin Kither [?]
Exotic whipper, big dipper diamonds we got from Syria
My la familia from Liberia, got my jewelry up
Shitting on my opps like I got a cup filled with psyllium husk
My watch chilly, you don't know how much chili I touched
Uh, uh, uh
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
It's my way, not her way
Fuck what hoes say, they got no say
Fuck what hoes say, they got no say
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Gucci, Hermès, never her way
Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway
It's my way, and not her way
Stomp
