Letra

Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check (check) Louis V, check, yeah, Fendi cost a check (yeah) Diamonds on my neck (yeah), I make your bitch wet (yeah) Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21) Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall) She said, "Why you bark?" Bitch, I'm a dog (roof) Went and bought a 'Rari (21), left the shit parked (parked) I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah) Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (yeah) Draco in the seat make you chicken noodle soup (yeah) Jumped out the stu' (yeah), never wore a suit (21) Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God) Fuck my best partner, make the bitch drop him (on God) Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah) Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (on God) Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Writer(s): Adam Richard Wiles, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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