Coi Leray - Wicked Butterflies Lyrics

(Talk to 'em, Rambo)
Uh

I, I'm a butterfly, baby
Vintage Dior denim came from another time, baby (yeah)
And the doors are suicide, come and take a ride
And this pussy apple pie, he wanna take a bite
Philippe Patek up on my right, you owe me time, baby
Love it how I rock my ice, don't need lights, baby
Take a trip up to the hills, catch a vibe, baby
I'm a fashion killa, it's a suicide

Yeah, I'm young and I'm livin' my life (life)
I sleep in Chanel through the night (night)
My Rollie gon' speed up the time (time)
This Marni jacket I'm posin' in
They wanna know how it goes (goes)
I'm wearin' Chrome at my shows (shows)
I'm rockin' Tiffany stones, my diamonds is custom, I'm doin' the most
Yeah, I get to the money, I'll never go broke
Yeah, she got that wet-wet, baby, she grown
Yeah, she stay in the West, but she from the East Coast
Got a Moncler vest, new season, I'm cold
Polka dot Miu Miu, book it and tote
You can see through the dress, I got on no clothes
Yeah, this YSL drip, I ain't got no clothes

I, I'm a butterfly, baby
Vintage Dior denim came from another time, baby (yeah)
And the doors are suicide, come and take a ride
And this pussy apple pie, he wanna take a bite
Philippe Patek up on my right, you owe me time, baby
Love it how I rock my ice, don't need lights, baby
Take a trip up to the hills, catch a vibe, baby
I'm a fashion killa, it's a suicide

Yeah, you can't tell me I ain't put in work
You can tell that the hate wasn't workin'
This pixel say she held up, I flooded
I'm runnin' it up in these Jordans
Now, I go shoppin' for foreigns
Alexander Wang thongs showin'
Coi fish links on this big ass Cuban
I got Chanel from the 90s in storage

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

I, I'm a butterfly, baby
Vintage Dior denim came from another time, baby (yeah)
And the doors are suicide, come and take a ride
And this pussy apple pie, he wanna take a bite
Philippe Patek up on my right, you owe me time, baby
Love it how I rock my ice, don't need lights, baby
Take a trip up to the hills, catch a vibe, baby
I'm a fashion killa, it's a suicide