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OPULENCE (feat. DRICO) Video (MV)




Performed By: Only1Tipy
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: CALOBE RODRIGUEZ, TREVELL FRANKLIN




Only1Tipy - OPULENCE (feat. DRICO) Lyrics




Three star Michelin, ain't talkin' tires at the spots that we sittin' in
This is opulence
Might walk in with a trench and a carnigan Might walk in with a Kardashian
A stick in a couple cartridges Only put on for the audience
Mega yachts, later on the night, we out here partying Catchin' all these summertime vibes, tell them, come on

There's enough room for your friend, tell her, come on Set sail for a few hours, then we hit the showers
Chef prepared dinner already, steak and lobster towers Your life might be good, but nothin' toppin' ours
Step off the boat to a mansion somewhere in Broward Give me all my flowers, I deserve it
And drop it in a cuban and make my flowers say Imperfect

All water, no vase, at the bank, no chase When the sunlight hit it, it'll blind your face
Wait, this is opulence Got the yacht and we dockin' it
Set up shop in the metropolis We got the money for it, it's obvious
Uh, seven days a week, I'm livin' like it's luck Spend a forenite with the baddest bitch, she givin' up them V-bucks

I'm so high, I'm an addict, both ways So high, I can lie to God, talkin' bout bold face
Way the jet skis hit the waves, hit different Way to play it different when the weed real expensive
Got an alphabet, uh, talkin' A, B, C, G, G, C These foreign brands can't pronounce it, f*ck it, I'ma need these
Went from sellin' CDs out the trunk Now they pay to see your boy on stage

That's a bump, we just burned the backwoods All the way to the stump, got three in rotation
Egg rolled like it's lunch, uh
Eatin' brunch in Malibu with an ocean view eating my to-gos in the vocal booth
Today's goal is to make a hundred thousand This shit here private residence, no more public housing

Since I got rich, I done upped my daughter allowance Even if I was broke, I would still feel like I got it
Share shit with who? Tell them, vultures stop it Can't even see yourself with money, but you pocket watchin
Now watch me pop it, this is opulence
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Three star Michelin, ain't talkin' tires at the spots that we sittin' in
This is opulence
Might walk in with a trench and a carnigan Might walk in with a Kardashian
A stick in a couple cartridges Only put on for the audience
Mega yachts, later on the night, we out here partying Catchin' all these summertime vibes, tell them, come on

There's enough room for your friend, tell her, come on Set sail for a few hours, then we hit the showers
Chef prepared dinner already, steak and lobster towers Your life might be good, but nothin' toppin' ours
Step off the boat to a mansion somewhere in Broward Give me all my flowers, I deserve it
And drop it in a cuban and make my flowers say Imperfect

All water, no vase, at the bank, no chase When the sunlight hit it, it'll blind your face
Wait, this is opulence Got the yacht and we dockin' it
Set up shop in the metropolis We got the money for it, it's obvious
Uh, seven days a week, I'm livin' like it's luck Spend a forenite with the baddest bitch, she givin' up them V-bucks

I'm so high, I'm an addict, both ways So high, I can lie to God, talkin' bout bold face
Way the jet skis hit the waves, hit different Way to play it different when the weed real expensive
Got an alphabet, uh, talkin' A, B, C, G, G, C These foreign brands can't pronounce it, f*ck it, I'ma need these
Went from sellin' CDs out the trunk Now they pay to see your boy on stage

That's a bump, we just burned the backwoods All the way to the stump, got three in rotation
Egg rolled like it's lunch, uh
Eatin' brunch in Malibu with an ocean view eating my to-gos in the vocal booth
Today's goal is to make a hundred thousand This shit here private residence, no more public housing

Since I got rich, I done upped my daughter allowance Even if I was broke, I would still feel like I got it
Share shit with who? Tell them, vultures stop it Can't even see yourself with money, but you pocket watchin
Now watch me pop it, this is opulence
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Writer: CALOBE RODRIGUEZ, TREVELL FRANKLIN
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