Big Spender

Good lookin’, so refined

Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?

So let me get right to the point

I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see

Hey Big Spender

Spend, a little time with me

This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie

All these girls be raunchy, like let me see your peen homie

She tryna cause a scene, but I’m in Paris with my team

Walking slow like I’m on lean, damn a nigga jewelry look so clean

I occasionally ball in Lanvin, I ain’t talking ’bout Jim Jones

Nigga, I’m talking ’bout hooping up, expensive shirt, breaking bones

Fuck yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush, blow that homie

Oh stop that, the po-po on me, uh shit out the window

We just getting saucy in Aussie, we bossy

Tryna bring back the term bling bling cause we flossy

You brought snapbacks back, well that’s a cool accomplishment

I’m on the other side, on another globe on a conference

Fuck that shit I’m too throwed, pretty nigga my jewels gold

Pinky ring and my tooth gold, your main bitch is my new hoe

Boss nigga like Hugo, Rolex or the Hublot

Niggas taking my screw flow, they tryna jack it like new clothes

Purple drank make me move slow, same shit, different day

Spanish bitch, she sniffing yay, she say (Yuuup!) that Trigga Trey

Like hit that strip, I’m flipping yay, like fuck that shit, I’m getting paid

I fuck that bitch, I’m getting laid, I hope that bitch go different ways

I get ‘em wild, I’m getting by, tell ‘em roll that shit, I’m getting high

I’m tipping low, I’m sitting high, this young Harlem motherfucker getting fly

Purple lean, purple weed, got that shit, nigga what you need?

Me and Theo had a trio with these bitches from Belize

Good lookin’, so refined

Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?

So let me get right to the point-

Fuck that

Home boy, I’m never home, I’m not even in my continent

In a town, I can’t pronounce this shit, this is more than confidence

Fuck your continental breakfast, you incompetent

My nickname International, my accent changed by accident

It’s Soho House put your phone away, I don’t give a fuck who ya protege

I’m from Brooklyn, I fuck with Jay, time to time, I chill with ‘Ye

Fans don't mosh, nigga they pause, bitches so fly like "Oh, my gosh"

Yea, we selling out girls, girls money yelling out

Planking cause they bored, nigga need a new hobby, need a new body

You the biter, you the new hottie, you a stylist, wait in my lobby

Nigga dance like Bobby, tryna get like 2 cribs for my mommy

That ain’t guap, bitch that’s wasabi, tell rich I’m the face of Tommy