Sinatra
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Sinatra
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I wanna be like Frank Sinatra
Spend all my money in Nevada
Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana
Smoke up a big one with Obama
Invite Rihanna
She said: Oh, na, na
Then I get freaky with Madonna
We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada
I think I'm living like a baller
Or maybe it's the marijuana
No stranger to photos
Blink once, blink twice, then I go home
Private jet already, your friends, he will have to promo
I roll out of bed wearing Fendi and fancy clothes, so
Why don't you step outside, I'll be on the rise
I'll be barеly sleeping till my name is up in lights
Nothing on my mind, something to decidе
I'm already headin' to risen, I'm gonna vibe
I wanna be like Frank Sinatra
Spend all my money in Nevada
Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana
Smoke up a big one with Obama
Invite Rihanna
She said : Oh, na, na
Then I get freaky with Madonna
We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada
I think I'm living like a baller
Or maybe it's the marijuana
I be the highest in the room
With Travis rolling me a zoot
I be coming for the throne now
Busy, better throw down
Windsor in the bucket, and the palace is my playground
Watch me selling eighty thousand seaters on a stadium stage
Cruze, boujee, Lambo, at the very next day
But it's all a dream, and I know it means
That I'm a walking cliché
I wanna be like Frank Sinatra (like Frank Sinatra)
Spend all my money in Nevada (I got her running now)
Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana (yeah)
Smoke up a big one with Obama (whoo)
Invite Rihanna (ay, ay)
She said: Oh, na, na (She said: Oh, na, na)
Then I get freaky with Madonna (Madonna)
We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada (I got the bucket)
I think I'm living like a baller
Or maybe it's the marijuana
You gotta be careful, a lot of this fake game
Ambition takes you to a strange place, man
City, Heaven, show 11, 27 Club on your mind
Got platinums on your walls, but the haters want more
You listening to the charts, and it's irrelevant noise
Just numbers to the labels, their loyalties unstable
We keeping all our royalties, and turning all the tables
Relationships can make you wanna break it with a cold heart
This shit's a blessing, and I'm blessed as you fall or rise
Aim for the heights, names up in lights
That the penny dropped by
I wanna be like Frank Sinatra (hey)
Spend all my money in Nevada (Nevada)
Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana
Smoke up a big one with Obama
Invite Rihanna
She said: Oh, na, na
Then I get freaky with Madonna (whoo)
We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada (yeah)
I think I'm living like a baller
Or maybe it's the marijuana
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