PnB Rock – Fendi Lyrics

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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & PnB Rock]
Murda!
Yo, this is actually, I swear, like, this is really my favorite song
PnB
M-M-M-Murda!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
Yeah, yeah
New Fendi, I like it, it’s drippin’ the body and fuckin’ it good from the side
You say that she love me, I tell that you cappin’, lil’ bitch, and you ain’t gotta lie
I see it all in your eyes
You tryna go public, I already know
I’m already cuffin’, I got me a ho
If she find out right now then she killin’ us both
Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
You should know
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
I could put you on drip, introduce you to fashion
Mix you with bougie, a little classy and ratchet
Put you in Louis, it’s everlasting
My pockets too deep, paper with plastic
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
Never seen drip like this, bet you ain’t know I was rich like this
Bet you ain’t know it could get like this

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh! Yo!
It’s Fendi, it’s poppin’, and we on and poppin’, you bitches is blockin’ the view
My hitters is knockin’, that 40 is cockin’, I see that you jackin’ the crew
He already know what to do
He already bought me the shoe
I tell him, “Yo, get me the bag,” and I tell him to make sure that shit is a new
Shorty got nothin’ to worry ’bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He gonna pick me up stuntin’ in the coupe
He ain’t a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin’ this MB
Well, we killin’ the memory
I don’t even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain’t gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that’s on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I’m the queen sleeze
When he put it in me I go “squeeze, squeeze”

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Gunna – Drip Or Drown

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche Carrera

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

[Verse 2]
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh