The Albany

(Verse 1)
Put the plates on the GT and it say good luck
I tried to wife up a hoe now she cut
I’m at the Albany, These bitches all on me
I’m in the villa that’s right next to puffs
Convos are different when you with the winners,
Man fuck all the gossip we talking bout M’s
I been too busy to trip on the other side
Don’t give a fuck bout what’s poppin wit them
Damn, I tried to tell her to wait
When I ain’t have it
They treated me average
And I ain’t forget so fuck out my face
I’m on a 150 footer boat
I’m wit the Russian mob making toasts
Had bitches come through And Couldn’t choose
Said oh well and hit em both
I’m in the trenches out the country
Had the trap jumping like a Bunjee
Bitches come thru and leaving scrunchies
I don’t talk about my ex it’s touchy
I’m having threesomes and wearing Lenin
Ima prob go out like John lenon
My name ain’t John Bitch but ima legend

(Chorus)
Im in the trenches 
Im rocking Bottega, I told my bitch ill call you later
I got the hooks, put that on the hook
She trying to fuck with me
She know that’s a look
Im at the Albany, your bitch is calling me
Im from the bottom, I just blew a hundred
I did what it took I did what I had to,
I know why you mad too
Oh is that your bitch, well nigga I had her too
Im at the Albany, your bitch is calling me

(Verse 2)
On one hand, can’t make her feel like I need her
On the second hand, might gotta get her a visa
I fell in love with the deep throat
Bitches telling me they need coke
Me and French at the fish fry
Zoey pulled up on me on a speed boat
Me and Dan bussin’ M’s up
Ain’t no telling how we end up
If she ain’t want me fucking on her friend
What’d she even pull up with her friend for?
I’m recording at the Albany bitches all got their titties out
Riding round in a Motorcade, Good Luck running the city now