[Verse 1]
She from Sicily, my b**h be Italian
She steady cooking up fetuccini and salmon
Spaghetti plus salad, riding Gucci, I'm styling
All these hoochies wilding, Laflare [?]
[?], Lamborghini Diablo
Get your chip for the cheese, call a young n***a Nacho
Whole fam sipping wine, I feel like we won the lotto
I got all black cars filled with all bad models
[Hook]
Yeah b**h I'm in the getty, b**h I'm in the getty
You know I am Laflare DaVinci
Laflare Pica**o, Bobby and Whitney
I am [?] rolling on [?]
I got your b**h posed naked while a n***a painting
Got your b**h posed naked while a n***a painting
Got your b**h posed naked while a n***a painting
Got your b**h posed naked and I ain't even playing
[?] like that
Yeah I got the touch, whip it out [?]
Need a new brush, hold up [?] I'll be right back
Need a new brush, hold up [?] I'll be right back
[Verse 2]
I make her call me LaFlare DaVinci, that chopper Mona Lisa
Choppers hanging by the TV, that's portraits by the [?]
Every boss breathing need a mob wife like [?]
I'm in that mob life, black suit, I'm the reaper
Silks and Versace, I k** for a [?]
[?] six rings, left hand liberachi
Right hand John Gotti, I might plan to party
And take everybody, [?] in the lobby
That's how I get it started, [?] got the mollies
Tell that n***a Gucci hit me if he need somebody
[Hook]