Hella Clothes

I got hella clothes, homie I got hella clothes No new friends, homie Only shopping with the bros I got hella clothes, homie I got hella clothes Never stressing 'bout a female Never chasing after hoes I know you never seen before All this money spent on clothes Everybody stops and stares Screaming out "What are those?' I like the finer things in life Never stress in paradise Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh I spend money on clothes that you never seen before Half a thousand on this belt 'cause it's Ferragamo I got that Gucci on my waist People tell me its a waste like "Why don't you get a $10 belt from Walmart or something?" Man that sounds like it's some hate I do what I want, go get your cake I came from the bottom, now it's ok I work too hard, got no time for play Got no time for play or conversation 'Cause you know I'm always chasin' First money then education This my life, y'all boys claymation That's fake, you're slow You're scheming on the low I be living life with no regrets Consistent with cash flow If you're tryna ball, let's go to the mall Head to footlocker and buy them all If your girlfriend rings, ignore that call Niggas mad my money's tall I got a hundred pairs of shoes and damn I never wore them all Something else I gotta you best believe my closet is full I got a thousand or so t-shirts You seen that like "Oh my jeepers!" And I can't forget my sponsors Shout out Rudeboy I stay fitted, huh? I got hella clothes, homie I got hella clothes No new friends, homie Only shopping with the bros I got hella clothes, homie I got hella clothes Never stressing 'bout a female Never chasing after hoes I know you never seen before All this money spent on clothes Everybody stops and stares Screaming out "What are those?' I like the finer things in life Never stress in paradise Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh With hella clothes comes hella shoes Master 12s or Wing It 2s Got my Bred 13s by the Guccis Dub Zeros, they look so icy Next to shoes that's made by Spike Lee Grey Toe 13s look so frosty Bulls Over Broadway What they cost me? I don't know, just know they pricey Like my limited edition Nikes Hypebeasts, they wanna be just like Shoe game ain't like mine, not slightly I come out rocking Son of Mars Man, everybody stares in awe I wouldn't be a sneaker head if my shoe game wasn't versatile Everybody wanna steal my style Everyday it's a different look I change up on em just to keep you shook One day I'll rock some Vans by Crooks Next day, Supras on my foot Then back to the Vans Then my Space Jams I'm always buying more, get as many as I can And you could say addiction But I really just like Fashion homie People say my clothes are fake But they just mad their closet is lonely In designer stores, best believe they know my name They don't got no bandz for this I don't got no time for that But catch me at the mall, homie Ballin' on your hatin' ass I got hella clothes, homie I got hella clothes No new friends, homie Only shopping with the bros I got hella clothes, homie I got hella clothes Never stressing 'bout a female Never chasing after hoes I know you never seen before All this money spent on clothes Everybody stops and stares Screaming out "What are those?' I like the finer things in life Never stress in paradise Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh