I’m just chillin’ with some bitches ’cause that’s how I’m livin’ And I’m getting all these stacks, get ’em just for spendin’ Buy a couple Tommy shirts and some Polo fits All I rock is vintage, all I rock is vintage Smoke up in the Audi with those windows tinted Makin’ all this music, give a fuck who listens Horses in my closet ’cause I fuck up digits All I rock is vintage, all I rock is vintage Drinking Fiji water, splashin’ like a fish I ain’t got no time to care about a bitch Busy countin’ money, Louis on my hip Yeah, I’m rocking what I want, don’t give a shit I did this by myself so why should I listen, ayy Don’t give a fuck about what you gotta say I’m comin’ up on my own, I did it my way And I got some people riding my wave I’m so faded, gettin’ blown like 64, yeah Crystal Pepsi with the lean is what I’m sippin’, yeah Fiji diamonds on me, you can see em drippin’, ooh, yeah And I been grindin’ for this shit, yeah This year has been hard but you know that I’ma get it Writin’ these lyrics, you know that I’m committed I’m smokin’ this ganja but no, I’m not addicted I’m spending this money but you know I’ma flip it And I keep hearing all these things they say, yeah But it don’t even mean a fuckin’ thing, yeah And I keep hearing all these things they say, yeah But it don’t even mean a fuckin’ thing, yeah I’m feelin’ like I’m Sora, said I got the damn key And all these words they talk, it don’t mean shit to me I’m rollin’ bud and lookin’ icy in the fuckin’ Audi And I got some bitches rockin’ vintage Tommy
Tommy, rockin’ vintage Tommy, yeah, vintage Tommy Tommy, Tommy, rockin’ vintage Tommy Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, got some vintage, yeah I got some bitches rockin’ vintage Tommy
Gang Ayy, ayy, turn up, turn up I got some bitches rockin’ Vintage Tommy