Lyrics to Patrona
You must turn it off, don't break me off
You should know
You have tried enough
Yea you should know by now, you should know
Put her on a pedestal, fuck her on the low
We've been hearing that shit way before the radio
I came to change the show
Killing all these bitches, time for all of them to go
You think I'm not aware, look at his face, jealous, looking like tizi
Order a bottle of Belaire, just in case I'm counting bands with Ricky
I just signed a deal, oh my god, enough to buy my city
On god, I've seen it all
Feeling like Ric Flair, look at my face, made it look too easy
You know how it feels, sitting hеre and hearing all your stories
I want all thе deals, all the money, I got these words from Tony (Montana)
(Biggest)
Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ flyin’ saucer
Brand new black Ferrari, so you know its time to boss up
Private jet to Vegas you're not dealin’ with imposters (Ugh)
Big Mink coats really livin’ like the mobsters
Bases fully loaded hittin’ models like the Dodgers
Loyal to my team is what the OGs always taught us
Went to Louis V and spent a hunnit’ all in dollars
Then I hit Dior another hunnit’ they can charge it (Ugh)
Rich nigga status til the day I get departed
Hunnit’ cars really and I got somewhere to park it
Came up from the projects (Ugh)
Now we gettin’ acknowledged (Yes)
Front row at the fights (Ugh)
Speaking at the conference (Yes)
Strapped at all events
Double R on Collins
Let the top down for the bitches, so I know they got they content (Woo)
Realest in the city (Ugh)
If its any problems all my bitches in the club
We the only niggas ballin' (BOSS)
Wait, wait, wait
Put that shit in the back of my van
Making you moving and dancing
While i'm here fixing and counting the bands
Give me a 9, fuck it give me a 10
Fuck me I'm counting an M
I did it again and again
I fill up the back of the benz
When Sasa got me a pen
It got me a 9 or 10
I'm bout to bury an M
I did it again and again
Yea, yea, yea
Let it go babe
It's time to turn it off
To break it off
You should know
I want to kill it off
To take you off
You should know
Words to patrona yea I found a plan
Put all my shit in the back of the van
Look at my body now moving and dancing
While i'm here fixing and counting the bands
Give me a 9 or 10
I'm bout to bury an M
I did it again and again
Again and again and again
Ye eh eh eh
I did it again and again and again
And again and again and again and again and again
You should know
You have tried enough
Yea you should know by now, you should know
Put her on a pedestal, fuck her on the low
We've been hearing that shit way before the radio
I came to change the show
Killing all these bitches, time for all of them to go
You think I'm not aware, look at his face, jealous, looking like tizi
Order a bottle of Belaire, just in case I'm counting bands with Ricky
I just signed a deal, oh my god, enough to buy my city
On god, I've seen it all
Feeling like Ric Flair, look at my face, made it look too easy
You know how it feels, sitting hеre and hearing all your stories
I want all thе deals, all the money, I got these words from Tony (Montana)
(Biggest)
Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ flyin’ saucer
Brand new black Ferrari, so you know its time to boss up
Private jet to Vegas you're not dealin’ with imposters (Ugh)
Big Mink coats really livin’ like the mobsters
Bases fully loaded hittin’ models like the Dodgers
Loyal to my team is what the OGs always taught us
Went to Louis V and spent a hunnit’ all in dollars
Then I hit Dior another hunnit’ they can charge it (Ugh)
Rich nigga status til the day I get departed
Hunnit’ cars really and I got somewhere to park it
Came up from the projects (Ugh)
Now we gettin’ acknowledged (Yes)
Front row at the fights (Ugh)
Speaking at the conference (Yes)
Strapped at all events
Double R on Collins
Let the top down for the bitches, so I know they got they content (Woo)
Realest in the city (Ugh)
If its any problems all my bitches in the club
We the only niggas ballin' (BOSS)
Wait, wait, wait
Put that shit in the back of my van
Making you moving and dancing
While i'm here fixing and counting the bands
Give me a 9, fuck it give me a 10
Fuck me I'm counting an M
I did it again and again
I fill up the back of the benz
When Sasa got me a pen
It got me a 9 or 10
I'm bout to bury an M
I did it again and again
Yea, yea, yea
Let it go babe
It's time to turn it off
To break it off
You should know
I want to kill it off
To take you off
You should know
Words to patrona yea I found a plan
Put all my shit in the back of the van
Look at my body now moving and dancing
While i'm here fixing and counting the bands
Give me a 9 or 10
I'm bout to bury an M
I did it again and again
Again and again and again
Ye eh eh eh
I did it again and again and again
And again and again and again and again and again
