Wonderland - Unknown T, M Huncho

These lights and these cameras are blinding

Bought me some watches, this shit is timeless

Step in some Issey Miyake, watch me pull up in an Enzo Ferrari

Middle finger to the pagans

I see dust behind me

I took some pics for a magazine, Wonderland

With an extended clip in the magazine

How can I trip 'bout a bitch that I never had?

She must think I’m living in Wonderland

I don’t expect these people to understand

That is why I got the upper hand

In my big house and I’m smoking some contraband

Wait till the summer lands

Stack is too big, I keeps breaking the rubber band, whoa

I need more rubber bands

Pretty bone, Black girl, let me pull that bra

Gyal know I’m the wave

Gang pose on a grown ting, smoke my cigar

Ding up the jet, man flow to Qatar (Easy)

Uh uh, I live too rough, lemme do up spa

We could do lunch or could do up bar

My face too bait, haffi do upsuh in the SVR

Look

Run up a cheque den duck down the yute from far

Yo, don’t chat bout my name 'round yats, I’m a superstar

Lock off the park with smoke, the Jamaican gyal haffi scream out, «Cha»

Throttle the wap, no stalling, there’s gunboys near, I can see that car

Turn off the VAR

These lights and these cameras are blinding

Bought me some watches, this shit is timeless

Step in some Issey Miyake, watch me pull up in an Enzo Ferrari

Middle finger to the pagans

I see dust behind me

I took some pics for a magazine, Wonderland

With an extended clip in the magazine

How can I trip 'bout a bitch that I never had?

She must think I’m living in Wonderland

I don’t expect these people to understand

That is why I got the upper hand

In my big house and I’m smoking some contraband

Wait till the summer lands

Stack is too big, I keeps breaking the rubber band, whoa

I need more rubber bands

Bare camera lights, no action

The bruk back came, I can cause that tantrum

The jury let me walk, man stepped out the court and thanked them

New campaign, here we go

Who shut down the show?

That’s gangnem, yeah, that’s gangnem

Two villas for a show, one day I’ma tour 'round mansions

Yo, they dunno that we’re lit like a lantern

Reading a magazine

Bros filling one up at the same time

Got a thing for some cheddar cheese

If I get I’ll have me a great time

These guys ain’t my cup of tea

Ain’t it, T?

Got rid of 9 just before a V

Pockets chubby, chubby like it’s Chubs

Billy, billy is just what I need

I’ma charge 40 for a feat

And I’ma need it all in cash

'Cause I ain’t tryna pay the tax

I told my plug just run it back

Have you sat with it on your lap

Looked at the mirror on the wall

Shit, I feel like Bruno Mars

Still put my coins in money jars

These lights and these cameras are blinding

Bought me some watches, this shit is timeless

Step in some Issey Miyake, watch me pull up in an Enzo Ferrari

Middle finger to the pagans

I see dust behind me

I took some pics for a magazine, Wonderland

With an extended clip in the magazine

How can I trip 'bout a bitch that I never had?

She must think I’m living in Wonderland

I don’t expect these people to understand

That is why I got the upper hand

In my big house and I’m smoking some contraband

Wait till the summer lands

Stack is too big, I keeps breaking the rubber band, whoa

I need more rubber bands