Birkin*

[Verse 1]

She don't want nothin' but different purses

Graveyard shift can't they see that I'm workin'?

Livin' and learnin', had to go straight from the T to my [?] that's a [?] excursion (Turn, turn, turn, turn up M1OnTheBeat)

Real go-getter, can't be the ones burnin'

I set up my burner with Merlin (Told me turn)

Two hand tings on my Phineas Ferb shit

You know you're getting money when the dinner turn [?] (Yo, turn up)

He ain't get shot, what this that I'm hearin'?

A liar tale, that's a different version

And my wrist still hurtin' (Suh)

And my shooter said his trigger finger still hurtin' (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)

Yo, swear I can't feel the love since I blew right now, been feeling like Sterling (Suh, suh)

This hand ting I learned got me feeling like Erling

This scorps can't fit in no Birkin (Yo, suh, suh, suh)

Brr, brr

Hand to hand while the bird still chirping (One)

Hundred bands...