Gorgeous lyrics

Tryna get her money, she was nineteen

Movin' to Miami was her life's dream

I told her she could end up on a wide screen

She liked that, she thought she was lightning (Hey, hey, hey)

Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag

Goin' up good, so she can't look bad

Goin' up fast so she can't look back

Why you holdin' on if it can't go bad? (Hey, hey)

Stacy got the heels and the brand new tags

Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag

Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back

You can't go back, you can't go back

Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it

I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it

Niggas on, never goin' back where I started

Chopped off the roof so I could see where my God is

I wanted the Spider, I walked up and bought it

I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it

Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in

Can't let the rats live, that's a problem

Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous

Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous

And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest

Niggas carryin' heavier sticks than the loggers

Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous

Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous

Everything I got up on my seat, for the robbers

We juugin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem

Think of me as man, then a goon, then an artist

Watch where you stomp when you walk where my clocks is

I'm not with the talk, with the talk, not the talkers

I be with the goons and the thugs goin' bonkers

I would never stop in the park for your pardon

I be hittin' the numbers, for real, hit the log-in

I just left Celine, yeah, I probably spent the mortgage

Diamonds 'round my neck, know it's fuckin' retarded

I might, might buy six chains tonight

Just to say I did it, for real

Just to say I lived it, for real

Just to say I'm frigid

I might, might buy six chains tonight

Just to say I did it, for real

Just to say I lived it, for real

Just to say I'm frigid

Hey

Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag

Goin' up good, so she can't look bad

Goin' up fast so she can't look back

Why you holdin' on if it can't go bad? (Hey, hey)

Stacy got the heels and the brand new tags

Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag

Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back

You can't go back, you can't go back

Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it

I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it

Niggas on, never goin' back where I started

Chopped off the roof so I could see where my God is

I wanted the Spider, I walked up and bought it

I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it

Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, where my

Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous

Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous

And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest

Niggas carryin' heavier sticks than the loggers

Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous

Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous

Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers

We juugin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem

Tryna get her money, she was nineteen

Movin' to Miami was her life's dream

I told her she could end up on a wide screen

She liked that, so thought she was lightning