Garrett Watts — Grapes

Artist: → Garrett Watts

Garrett Watts — Grapes — lyrics

So apparently
I had this like
Aunt who passed away
Who was i guess like
Very very wealthy
And for some reason
She left everything to me
Like i’m getting bored spending money
I-i-i spent a billion dollars the other day and it was actually
Boring (ahahha)
I had a dream i bought a yacht
So i bought a yacht
Then i bought another yacht
Now i have two yachts
I’m never cold or hot
I’m just a guy with two yachts
(wait — wuh — why’d he buy two yachts)

Cause i got that bruce wayne money
That lady crawley loot
Got the willy wonka drip
In a burberry suit

You got that charlie bucket bank
No capital or rank
So here
Take a billion
Or onе of my yachts

Charlie bucket is uh — like thе kid who’s —
Charlie and the chocolate factory —
Yeah that can’t even afford a chocolate bar —
Bucket bank, so it’s charlie bank —
Well there’s a duality to it
Charlie bucket is the guy who ends up getting —
Anyways i don’t mean to over-explain
Red baller
Soaring through the sky
Flying high like a baldie
Help help
I can’t stop dancing on a loop
Like they’re playing vince guaraldi

I got racks (got racks)
That’s facts
Take my golden elevator to the top of my stacks
I ain’t never done it better
You a loser with no cheddar
I was cooking up a beat
But then bruiser made it better (ha!)

What’s that
Whatcha screaming at me
Ya breaking in an’ out
Like a burglar with acne

Don’t at me
I’ll stay on red meat
While r.i.p
You’ve been typing on your death bed

Shaking my head
Shaking my head
Ya oughta call me
Peter the great
The way i’m making my bread
You poor kid
You actin’ like you never been fed
And what’s worse
You have little to no cred (okay)
I’ve got money
I got god money
I got stacks so high
That it ain’t even funny
Net worth is infinity
I am the epitome of
Disposable income

I’ve got money
I got god money
I got stacks so high
That it ain’t even funny
Net worth is infinity
I am the epitome of
Disposable income

You in southwest back row middle seat oh no
I got espresso martinis on a net jet
Call me mister to do list
The way i get the
Check check check check checks
This year’s salary i just blew that on some truffle pasta
I ain’t even finished
Call me erewhon cafe
The way i got the spinach

You can’t do nothing
Need to call for help
Yo back hurt from grabbing bottles off the bottom shelf
The only wine in my system is the napa valley grapes
Take yo girl to rockefeller
Hold her hands while we skate
No room in the safe
I deposit what i make
I make so much money
It’s confusing to the bank

Car city with your girl on the ski slopes
Shush-shushin’
Makin’ squibba-squabba
Shoot us in your bushes (hahaha)

Just found a check
In my cushion
It’s yo life savings
Bank statements crazy
My c.p.a.s need vacations
I should confuse you
I’m not like most (like most like most)
I am spooky
I pull up in that ghost

Oopooohoooh i’ve got god money
Oooohoh i’ve got stacks so high ooohooh
Ohoohoho i’ve got money hohhoahoaohoohaoh ah
I’ve got stacks and racks and racks and racks
So high (hahahaha)

Wait did i — did i — did i do something?

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