Chorus Money comin in and my pockets looking gorgeous (Ayy ayy ayy) Pull up in that car that you niggas cant afford it (Ayy ayy ayy) Told my mama that Ima finna get a spot up on the Forbes list (Ayy ayy huh) Fresh to death Margiela on me you know you cant ignore it (Ayy ayy) Foreign bitch in the mirror you know she looking super gorgeous PostChorus Hit the Rari then I floor it Only fuck her if she gorgeous Pockets they enormous I was born on a spaceship Pull up on em with that choppa and erase him Verse Eatin good I dont need a reservation Shakin shit up bitch Im feelin like a Haitian I remember servin work up in my basement Sorry mama but I had it in my basement Gotta keep the lights on huh candle lights off Fuck her with the lights off huh thats what Im on Spray em just like Lysol thats on gang dawg Any nigga want beef I got steak sauce

Gorgeous (Forbes List) lyrics