White suit and I‘m looking fire
Now we’re going so high money,
bills, soil grills, everything is all my, I’l
L never be like other
people in the world.
And then if it seems insulin,
my apologises. Not my fault.
What you’re looking at,
What you’re looking at?
What you’re looking at?
What you’re looking at?
Oh my god.
Oh my God.
White suit and I‘m looking fire
Now we’re going so high money,
bills, soil grills, everything is all my, I’l
L never be like other people
in the world.
And then if it seems insulin,
my apologises. Not my fault.
What you’re looking at,
What you’re looking at?
What you’re looking at?
What you’re looking at?
Oh my god.
Oh my God.
Oh my god.