Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Staccato, artist - Tory Lanez. Date of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Staccato |
| Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano |
| She want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no |
| The other day I was broke, came back in designer |
| Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up |
| Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato |
| I ain’t on no bullshit, this ain’t no Chicago |
| I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though |
| My nigga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though |
| Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed |
| Used to have love for you bitches, now I’m like, «Bitch, please» |
| Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd |
| Fuck needin' a bitch, I’m what a bitch need |
| Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley |
| So even when it’s dirty, know my shit clean |
| Got a thick bih', her name’s Christina |
| Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah |
| Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy |
| She fuckin' with me 'cause I’m a vibe, my nigga |
| I spent twenty-five all on my side bitch |
| And if I get caught, I’ma deny it |
| I’ma deny it, I’m a fuckin' rider |
| Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire |
| She strip down like Malia or Maya |
| And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off |
| Ayy, I’m hotter than Folgers |
| Money so thick, can’t fold it, I told you |
| Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover |
| Card got no limit, bitch, I’m a soldier, ugh |
| Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano |
| She want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no |
| The other day I was broke, came back in designer |
| Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up |
| Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato |
| I ain’t on no bullshit, this ain’t no Chicago |
| I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though |
| My nigga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though |
| Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me? |
| And if she don’t, she probably gay, that’s what it must be |
| None of my biddies put no niggas above me |
| I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me |
| Couldn’t be a fake nigga if I tried to be |
| Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course |
| Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can’t fuck no more |
| I’m a big money nigga on a jet |
| Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya |
| I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set |
| She was out before the check |
| Alphabet, I’m a G, fuck her ex, no sweat |
| To the left, to the left, to the left |
| Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left |
| Ayy, I’m on the yachty, I got them thots to the left |
| She a bop, I’ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah |
| Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano |
| She want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no |
| The other day I was broke, came back in designer |
| Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up |
| Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato |
| I ain’t on no bullshit, this ain’t no Chicago |
| I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though |
| My nigga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though |