Lyrics Ty Dolla $ign

Ty Dolla $ign

Double R

Oh, oh, yeah

(Damn, James)

(Off to Neverland)

Ooh yeah (Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

I was deep, I was deep in it

She see the stars, she see the stars in it

I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah

I had to park, had to park my shit

Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite

Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist

I got hitters with me, they like popping shit

I got red bottoms with the ostrich

Getting toppy in the Dawn

I'm on my boss shit, told that ho don't gossip

Maybach getting top in the Dawn

Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah

I was laid back getting neck in the double R

Laid back getting neck in the double R

Laid back getting neck in the double R

I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah

She said she want a rockstar, yeah

She wanna be a popstar, yeah (Double R)

Folded in the double R, yeah (Double R)

Rich sex in the double R

Do the dash in the Lamb', got her busting on my seats

Get my pants out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease

Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed

You won't catch a nigga broke if he standing by me

I done fucked majority of the models off of IG

And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine

I done took a fucking jet, I ain't bring an ID

She ain't fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can't come 'round me

Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me

Lot of blues like I'm banging C

Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring

Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring

Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job

I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha

Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah)

See, I don't do that in my car

Laid back getting neck in the double R

Laid back getting neck in the double R

Laid back getting neck in the double R

I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah

She said she want a rockstar, yeah

She wanna be a popstar, yeah

Folded in the double R, yeah

Rich sex in the double R