Vanilla - Fabolous/Rich Homie Quan

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Ay ay yeah yeah Fab

What we do

Do what we wanna

Yeah

Rich Homie tell 'em

Got my groove back like I'm Stella

Yeah

No more paying the Margiela

She suck on the chocolate

After they told that lil b**ch to swallow my vanilla

Got my groove back like I'm Stella

Versace my chick Donatella

I got me some chocolate

I got butter pecan

I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Bad little chick name was Bella

Finer than wine in the cellar

Spin on her like a propeller

F**k is you niggas gon' tell

F**k

Niggas all talk acapella

That ain't your money bank tell her

That ain't your money bank tell her

Believe everything that I tell

My baby momma name is Rella

She swallow my seeds watermelon

I got my groove back like I'm Stella

I ain't need a photo

But I got a whole lotta money hidden in this motherf**kin' package

Pull up on a line with 3 hoes with

Me like my name James Harden

And anywhere you see me

If you ever tryna see me just know I got them rockets

Never gonna stop gotta get my guap

Won't let no Dwight Howard block it

She got the heart of a lion

I got the heart like I'm Simba

My heart is cold as December

Quan do you remember when I when I

Got my groove back like I'm Stella

No more paying the Margiela

She suck on the chocolate

After they told that lil b**ch to swallow my vanilla

Got my groove back like I'm Stella

Versace my chick Donatella

I got me some chocolate

I got butter pecan I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Don't think this iPhone was stylin'

Gold on my chest like a medal

You keep it 50 boy

I keep it 3 numbers just like a 100 or better

If she get all up boy I mail 'em

Balmain jeans match my Margielas

I passed the class I did not fail it

I don't even know what to tell her

Listen I know that shorty take diggin' it

I know that I'mma six figure it

I know that if we keep winnin' these niggas gon'

Think that we riggin' it

Load it and cock it and trigger it

Bang bang bang bang

Three of my niggas that's gang gang gang gang

Three on my neck that's a chain chain chain chain

Ride in the back of that May May May May

Whip on these niggas like Nae Nae Nae Nae

Hop out that b**ch like What the f**k did you say

Send you right to your maker

F**k on that b**ch while I'm on the D'usse

After that light the Jamaican

Got my groove back like I'm Stella

No more paying the Margiela

She suck on the chocolate

After they told that lil b**ch to swallow my vanilla

Got my groove back like I'm Stella Stella

Versace my chick Donatella

I got me some chocolate

I got butter pecan I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Yow yuh move too fast nuh

Slow dung

Oh yuh say dancehall

Yow

I got my groove back like I'm Stella

Any boy diss gon' meet my Beretta

Diss me or one of my breddas

You and your entire squad dead together

Ay di gyal dem a say we a di man dem

Weh dem want fi put f**k pon dem

Boy this one o' my gun dem

Lose it it a go be a bloodclatt problem

New York

All a di block dem

Yaad man dem bad from when

Rich Homie Quan and Fab dem

Roll out di drop then tek way di gyal dem

From then di bwoy dem fear we dem a fairy

Lickle baby can't walk near we

Mathematics we a check daily we hot clearly

Dem gyal see we and a scream like Mariah Carey

Get my groove back and dem nuh love dat

New form pretty like a Curry jumpshot

Semi automatic clips inna full stock

But real gangster nuh leff di ratchet bruk back

When this drop boom watch it kick back

Gyal dem inna big flock line up like when Jordan kicks drop

Dem man like big chat but we nuh dig chat

A nuh conference

Tell dem a bloodclatt Konshens