Drift Lyrics

He got the bag
I got the fat
When is it time to get on
Up on Ferrari all dressed Versace
Give me a sign when we're done
Drift in the city smoke in bikini
It's so hot can I take this off
Drinkin Martini he feels like the Aladdin genie then Give me what I want
Bernini Bellini Fellini too Italy for you all, too classical
Sicilian women way more dangerous than shotguns
Protect the son yeah
Tell 'em I won
I'm going way too fast for the gravity
Oh I'll give your song to the radio to the major take The temperature it ain't regular
Ah ah ah ah
Boy this beat is crazy
This is how they made me
Curvy girl south Italy baby ah
Thick legs lil waist needs to be embrace
He goin give it a taste
Pretty face I'm ahead the game you know what I'm saying
South girls live in a flame
I'm pround of who I became
I thank God that I changed
But not for you, you weren't hard to replace
I give you a chance but you still the same
Better moving ahead
Better running away than getting stuck in a place where I can't escape
You got me feeling insane
I'm gonna take a new plane aheaded to Spain at least I'm drinking champagne while feeling this pain
He got the bag
I got the fat
When is it time to get on
Up on Ferrari all dressed Versace
Give me a sign when we've done
Drift in the city smoke in bikini
It's so hot can I take this off
Drinkin Martini he feels like the Aladdin genie then Give me what I want
Bernini Bellini Fellini too Italy for you all, too classical
Sicilian women way more dangerous than shotguns
Protect the son yeah
Tell 'em I won