Woo Year (feat. Dread Woo)

CashMoneyAP

She fell in love with the bag

So designer

Yeah, she fell in love with the bag

Diamond cuts, oh

I'm up now, I'm up next

I tell you the AP, four Pateks

Twenty years, movin' like a vet'

G4 when I hop on the jet

I bought the Richard Mille with baguettes

I empty the clip until there's nothin' left

No ID, call collect

When you see me, you know I'm that ****

She wanna hop on a plane with that ****

She wanna go switch lanes with that ****

She wanna skrrt, skrrt, skrrt with that ****, oh

Take flights overseas, uh, I'm just by my breezy

Could care less 'bout the treeshas, paint her face, Mona Lisa

I sold that cocaina to buy them brand new sneakers

Hunnid K a feature, now I could fuck my teacher

She fell in love with the bag, uh

So designer

Yeah, she fell in love with the bag

Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh

She fell in love with the, she fell in love with the woo (Woo)

She be down when it's me and my boo

Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room (Woo)

Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room

No hesitation, I'm pickin' up Choos (Uh, uh)

I keep the sticky, you know I'm the shooter

Dafi with me and he totin' the Ruger

She fell in love with the bag

She throwin' it back and I'm slappin' her ass

288 and I'm doin' the dash

Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass

Lil' treesha, my body (Racks), I'm smokin' the gas

I do what I want (Skrrt), had to skrrt from the class

Bad bitch treeshin', RJ hop out, leave 'em

Bend blocks, speedin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrt-baow)

TG, bleedin', scannin', readin' (Scannin', scannin', readin', readin')

She fell in love with the bag, uh

So designer

Yeah, she fell in love with the bag

Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh