Lyrics

Bros clothes Saks fifth already know Cr2 what's the word Bitch don't ask me where I'm from Bitch I'm from Saks Fifth Avenue Put my phone on dnd Don't want to talk I'm mad at u And even tho I'm mad I'm still at saks finna spend a bag for you I'm mad but I still spend money on my bitch Thats what that bag a do Take a picture with me Don't give a fuck I'm still not tagging you Spending this shit is none to me And I ain't even trying to brag to u Took his bitch I got on expensive shit That's what that cash a do I had a bitch to come over And suck the love up that I had for you Man I need a bad bitch Thick shit Instagram model bitch I like my dick sucked in a different way I need you to swallow shit Baby drac This bitch like a midget Horn swagel shit I got a million dollars worth of raps Gillie and Wallo shit I need m's off this rapping shit Look like the lotto hit Who want smoke with Foenem All shells get his taco lit You say you a bottle girl right Come get this bottle lit Aw she think she me or sum Bitch must think I'm Nardo Wick I need a bitch with all white veneers like Mulatto shit Somebody tell a bad bitch hit my dm I need some model shit And that bitch got five seconds to follow me back or I unfollow shit Hello Hello where you at Shit I'm at Saks Fifth right now Aw is you finna get me something Cause yo ass always going down to saks Buying yo ass something and you never get me shit Imma go find me another nigga with longer bag than you And then you gone be looking at me like Im fucking crazy Shit do what you got to do shit Boy what the fuck you mean Hello Hello Bitch I'm from Saks Fifth ave Neiman Marcus across the street Walk in that bitch like I want all lavins Them my favorite sneaks Bitch want me to take her shopping I might do She my favorite eat I need a expensive bitch Nah for real I can't stand a bitch thats cheap Rich as shit Ballin like a motherfucker We like twenty deep Shopping but we ain't never lackin Its a button on every heat Ecstasy been fucking with my stomach I ain't ate in weeks I be hesitating on sending songs cause my shit my get leaked I can fuck on any bitch I want to and I ain't even peep I can fuck on any hoe I want to and I ain't even at my peak This ain't even my first time I fuck up Saks like every week Bitch I'm CR2 aka Mr. Murder every beat Cr2 aka Mr. Put that shit on every week Dolce Gabbana pajamas I even put that shit on in my sleep I put that shit on everyday from my head to my fucking feet Bitch don't ask me where I'm from Bitch I'm from Saks Fifth Avenue Put my phone on dnd Don't want to talk I'm mad at u And even tho I'm mad I'm still at saks finna spend a bag for you I'm mad but I still spend money on my bitch Thats what that bag a do Take a picture with me Don't give a fuck I'm still not tagging you Spending this shit is none to me And I ain't even trying to brag to u Took his bitch I got on expensive shit That's what that cash a do I had a bitch to come over And suck the love up that I had for you
Writer(s): Chris Russell Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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