Patek (Original)

Lyrics from Leak

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

We got Pateks on Pateks, what do you want?

We got the blue cheese, can't do no ranch

I got a muhfuckin' Rolls Royce, I got a muhfuckin' Maybach

I got a muhfuckin' two door coupe, baby girl, I could race that

I had to cut the top off my roof, Cullinan, I made that

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

We got Pateks on Pateks, what do you want?

We got the blue cheese, can't do no ranch

I got a muhfuckin' Rolls Royce, I got a muhfuckin' Maybach

I got a muhfuckin' two door coupe, baby girl, I could race that

I had to cut the top off my roof, Cullinan, I made that

I had to cut off my main boo, my new bitch, she Blasian

All these muhfucking chains on my neck

You would've thought I was slaving

I cannot beef about no bitch, only beef about the Fetty, only beef about the Fetty

Margiela belt on her belly

I put Chrome Hearts on my watch, I ain't [?]

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

I don't want no pussy, baby, give me heady

Make ya bitch ride BB, cause I'm petty

Tall Asian girl she moving with a vengeance

She mixing baby [?] with that Fendi

Pull up a Minimac, stick up in it

Pull up a diamond bag, he got a limit

I spent like four-hundred all on my Bentley, [?], let you know this not no rented

I just booked the telly, she ready

I had to duck off, it's heavy

We just [?] the opps, no medic

This bitch, she keep bustin', I call her a wetty

Pussy so good, man, I brought her a wagon

Marry this bitch, but I don't need no wedding

Diamonds my neck look like snow, you start sledding

200 thousand for Rick Owens bedding

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

We got Pateks on Pateks, what do you want?

We got the blue cheese, can't do no ranch

I got a muhfuckin' Rolls Royce, I got a muhfuckin' Maybach

I got a muhfuckin' two door coupe, baby girl, I could race that

I had to cut the top off my roof, Cullinan, I made that

I had to cut off my main boo, my new bitch, she Blasian

All these muhfucking chains on my neck

You would've thought I was slaving

I cannot beef about no bitch, only beef about the Fetty, only beef about the Fetty

Margiela belt on her belly

I put Chrome Hearts on my watch, I ain't [?]

[Verse 2: Future]

Chrome Heart over the machete (Yeah)

Rain on your block like confetti (Yeah)

Whip up the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties (Whoa)

Christian Dior, just for the aesthetics (Whoa)

Calm down my misery, thanks to this syrup (Yeah)

Based up in emeralds, draped up in pearls (Yeah)

Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world (Other world)

Travel to France, recruit me some girls (Yeah)

Meet me on the front row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)

My bitch sit Indian style, yeah

Smokin' on runts by the pound (Smokin' on runts)

Young niggas crazy, put a switch on the forty

Walk nigga down, hit him up, then record it

Exotic bitches fall in order, turn a dime to a quarter (Uh, yeah)

The block hot, Richard Porter, my rides get imported (Skrrt, skrrt), plug came out of Russia

Might have to spill that four, I got pesos

I'm on an island with the cash like Diego

Snowflake when I drip, I got rose gold

Got her flockin', these bitches on go mode

Can't name one hood that I can't go (That I can't go)

Four dollars and a half on a Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)

Bought a house on a lake with a golf course (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

Got a Korean bitch on my team (Korean bitch on my team)

I done wiped a nigga nose clean (I done wiped a nigga nose clean)

Bought some bullets and extra magazines (Bought some bullets and extra magazines)

Gang affiliated, by all means, any means

Private jets for me and my team (Private jets)

We didn't bring no clothes, we brought codeine (Yeah)

Got a flight attendant in the bathroom doin' dirty favors on me (On me)

She gon' do it on the whole crew, if I tell her so you ain't even gotta ask (On me)

A few space coupes sittin' in the stash

Some lil' tall shit, young Stacey Dash (Yeah)

I bought the mall out 'fore I went spazzin' (Spaz)

I gotta ball player contract, baby (Yeah)

High definition on me, no Fugazzi (High definition)

More ammunition, my niggas better go crazy

Fifty round clips, hoppin' out a Mercedes (Fifty round clips)

And I'm spaced out, on a whole 'nother level (And I'm spaced out)

Young niggas crazy, go dance with the devil (Dance with the devil)

Three ninety two, hit the switch on whoever (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]

Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat (Cat)

I count a million right here on my lap (On my lap)

Bought a new Spider, then take off the plastic

I stomp on that 488, hit the gas

Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax

Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat

Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Oh yeah)

Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Brrt, brrt)

You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact

None of these girls got strings attached

I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing

I gotta teach these bitches a lesson

She fell in love, she saw a million racks

I made it out, I ain't going back (Ooh)

Killing these niggas in all black

Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast

Lyrics from Studio Session

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]

Sometimes I move like a Cobra

Gotta watch out for them vultures, gotta keep one in my holster

I might pull up in a Roadster, pull up that double cup right in my coaster

You know my trunk in the front, yeah, keep my engine in the back, yeah

I got me a Minimac (Woah)

You know my gun is all black

I be swaggin' the best, yeah you know I be swaggin' the best

I be swaggin' the best, yeah you know I be swaggin' the best

Saucin' and swaggin' the best, yeah, and none of you boys can dress

I be swaggin' the best, Rick Owens covering up a TEC

Slidin' we goin' make a mess, yeah

Look at my neck, bitch it's wet, yeah

Fuckin' this bitch now she wet, yeah

Pull up a Lamb' not a Vette', yeah

No, no, no, I'm not tryna flex, ayy

Fucked on your bitch, [?] sex, ayy

I can fly your bitch on a jet if I want to

I can go spend that lil' check, and I get it right back, lil' nigga, if I want to

I put the pink diamonds all in my necklace, I might just put one in my front tooth

Do the drive-by in the Phantom, that's probably the only ghost that's goin' hunt you

I can just go to the mall and just buy out every store, nigga, I want to

I did that shit like two years ago, nigga, I did that shit when I only had like two

M's in the bank, know a nigga got twenty, these niggas get money, these niggas too bummy

These niggas they funny, why is they funny they don't got no money, these boys they too bummy

Found out bout' that cosign, they just brought in money

She pull up to my crib, she don't got no undies

Okay, whipping that brick in the chop like a [?]

Talking bout' money, you know I got plenty

You actin' like you allergic to Benjis

Proceed with caution, bulletproof the Bentley

I'm in Miami, my girl from the city

VIP in this bitch like it's my city

Rubberband puffy, I see money silly

Young nigga made it out [?]

I just went up in the Rollie

I just went up in the Rollie

I just went up in the Rollie

My double R [?]

I just went up in the Rollie

I just went up in the Rollie

I just went up in the Rollie (Uh)

I just went up in the Rollie, I just went up in the Rollie

I just went up in the Rollie, fucked that bitch and now I don't know her

I just went up in the Rollie, I just went up in the Rollie

I just went up in the Rollie, pull up the double R so slowly

You gotta watch out for niggas, these niggas they watchin', I know it

We did the hit in the 982 Spyder, then we had to floor it

I'm out of line, out in New York, had to work in her bucket

I must admit that a young nigga focused

Chrome Heart the Cuban bracelet on my Rollie

You think you tough then you probably gotta show me

How you don't like me, you don't even know me

Talkin' that money, won't bet it

Bustdown the face, don't even set it

Emeralds, that's all on the Patek

Emerald, diamond motivation, it keep me motivated

They keep me motivated

Emeralds on me and baguettes

Yes, I'm too rich, so I hop on a jet

RIP Kobe, can't get on no Heli'

Niggas turn rat just for the cheddar

I'm pulling strings like it's Mozzarella

Whip it up in the cellar

Smell it like it's Portabella

Double C on my feet, like its cleats

Yeah, my Rollie in my crib in Venetia

Suck my dick, bitch, she cough and she sneeze