GozaBeats - Expensive Taste lyrics

[intro] Just dont look at me [hook: Tommy polo] Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Thats why my belts designer, 40 on my waist Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Exotic silk garments all up on my face [Verse 1: Tommy polo] Pull up in a bathing ape hoodie I stay with the mob like we goodie I'm Feeling like cee lo,[?] shades they cover my eyes, when I'm high like the Beatles When I'm off the sh**s, I be tweaking like I got the measles I'm itching and scratching I'm really not acting My b**h in the back of the Acura Stay wit dat blood in my cup like I'm Dracula My b**h winning Oscars Look like Jodie foster (she a actress) Sippin lean out baby bottles Stumbling like we toddlers I swear U know I'm balling Like I play for Marlins Like I play for New Orleans, playing with the hornets Feeling like Michael Jordan Money it's coming & it's coming in hunnits And I spend it so reckless Vvs diamonds they all in my necklace, (god damn I'm shining) Expensive taste yeah I got expensive taste My lawyer been bar mitzvah'd, we won't catch dat case [hook] Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Thats why the belts designer, 40 on my waist Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste Exotic silk garments draped all on my face [Verse 2: yung jetlag] You flipping burgers, I'm flipping birds I'm smoking Cali, you smoking turds I'm geeked up like I hang with nerds Try to cut me off, so I had to swerve 4 hoes in the car, its a two seater I'm po'ing up a syrup in a two litre My dick feeling like a damn bird feeder I switch-a-roo hoes, like derek jeter No chi-raq but I'm glo'ing brazy All this purple weed, got my brain hazey All this purple drank, got me feeling lazy Leave your homies dead, like Patrick Swayze Racks on me like I'm playing tennis I own these blocks I ain't talking tetris Got a blunt in each hand call me ambidextrous Got a cup full of syrup, conditions not infectious All this weed smoke gotta be detrimental I'll leave your momma feeling sentimental Send you to the doctor I ain't talking dental Got your girl off beans, I ain't talking lentils Expensive taste, I'm thinking that this blunt laced Shawty ugly but I let her give me face [hook]