Maestro by Ron Jetson Lyrics

[Pre-Hook]
I don't need me a chick but I want
Suck this dick I’ll be rolling my blunt
I got bitches they come by the bunch
I might take your bitch out for some lunch
If they hating then fuck em' I'll let em’ hate
Clout chasers I don't ever entertain
All my bitches got better with age
And my sneakers got words on the lace

[Hook]
Got designer on me oh yeah
So they mama on me oh yeah
Got my diamonds on me oh yeah
So they shining on me oh yeah
Different timing only oh yeah
I was eating ramen last year
Got a couple karats my ear, oh ah ah ah ah

[Verse 1]
Don't give a fuck about numbers, Ima fuck up every summer
My niggas dummin'
I will not chase no bitch I might just fuck up my runners, Balenciagas
I need a crib on the mountains, nigga do we got a problem?
I might just get an accountant
This for the niggas that doubted
Broke niggas they be the loudest
Never can no bitch offend me
So they could throw all the shade like they Wendy
She mad cause her bestie gave brain in the Bentley
Right after the show when she came to the telly
They think I be playing I don't, Yeah I see the hate in they soul
Nah this wasn't luck I was chose
Now she wanna fuck all my bros yeah yeah
I got Givenchy on me, I got people at home thats depending on me
Oh yeah, I know some niggas that just came around
Now they begging for money they stupid I swear
I know some bitches that left me on seen
Now they fucking the team for some money for hair
I know some bitches that spat in my face now they telling me sorry
I really don't care, They do not not know me yo
Been in the game like I'm Romeo, yeah
Only wear foreign clothes
Black and white diamonds no Oreos yeah
Let’s get this show on the road
Animals all on my coat
Her pussy waterfalls everytime she see the Audemar, yeah
[Pre-Hook]
I don’t need me a chick but I want
Suck this dick I'll be rolling my blunt
I got bitches they come by the bunch
I might take your bitch out for some lunch
If they hating then fuck em’ I'll let em' hate
Clout chasers I don't ever entertain
All my bitches got better with age
And my sneakers got words on the lace

[Hook]
Got designer on me oh yeah
So they mama on me oh yeah
Got my diamonds on me oh yeah
So they shining on me oh yeah
Different timing only oh yeah
I was eating ramen last year
Got a couple karats my ear, oh ah ah ah ah

[Verse 2]
I bet she all on me now
But when I was lost she wasn’t around to be found
I try to keep em' astounded
I'm way too valuable just to be walking around
Figured I gotta stay woke, you know I stay fly like I'm sitting in coach
I been so bro-o-oke, no food on the sto-o-ove
I cannot lie, now I don't got keys I push button to go-o-o
200 the dash, call me the fireman I got the smo-o-oke
I shoot for my guys, my niggas loyal they never gon fo-o-o-o-old
Yeah ah ah, Oh ah ah oh woah
I take a trip to the bank when I need a hunnet cause I dont got cash
Cause everytime that I pocket the money, my jeans would fall
Cause it's too much cash
But it ain't too much for Tanisha, it's never enough for Brianna
But none of my bitches is worthy enough
To take em' back home to my mama
But they like my diamonds, how they bite like piranhas
I done did it again
Ain't get to fuck Shonda, cause I ain't have condoms
I was tight i was drid
She said it's a honor, to be put in a rhyme but I wouldn't say its a win
And I'm so thankful
I dont take life for granted
Can't wait to buy me a mansion, yeah
[Pre-Hook]
I don't need me a chick but I want
Suck this dick I'll be rolling my blunt
I got bitches they come by the bunch
I might take your bitch out for some lunch
If they hating then fuck em' I'll let em' hate
Clout chasers I don't ever entertain
All my bitches got better with age
And my sneakers got words on the lace

[Hook]
Got designer on me oh yeah
So they mama on me oh yeah
Got my diamonds on me oh yeah
So they shining on me oh yeah
Different timing only oh yeah
I was eating ramen last year
Got a couple karats my ear, oh ah ah ah ah