Lyrics

Right, uh, yeah, ayy, yeah (Deko), uh, yeah (woah), uh (woah) Moon (woah), Kid (woah), ayy (woah) All I do is flex, ayy (woah) I pull out the check, ayy (woah) Baby gave me neck, ayy (woah) Hey, hey, hey I've been on my grind (hey) Do this all the time (hey) 'Bout to fucking shine, cooling with my fucking slime (woah) (Wow) out (wow) the Gucci (ooh) store (brrr) I'm mad (brrr) as fuck (yeah) They ain't even have what I wanted bruh Hell naw, so I went online and looked it up (ooh, yeah, ooh) Money (or) money (or) Gucci shoes, shit I can never lose (ayy), I can never lose (or) Baby you a floose, ooh, ooh, ooh I see you asleep (yeah), snooze (hey), lose Get up off my face, you a fucking fake You a damn disgrace, I got money on my mind Come into my place, nut all on her face Then I'm on my way, I got too much on the line, ayy Why you front? You my baby Woke up in a new Mercedes CLA, ambient lighting so crazy, woah Get up out my face you hatin', oh All I do is flex, ayy (woah) I pull out the check, ayy (woah) Baby, gave me neck, ayy (woah) Hey, hey, hey I've been on my grind (hey) Do this all the time (hey) 'Bout to fucking shine, cooling with my fucking slime (woah) (Wow) out (wow) the Gucci (ooh) store (brrr) I'm mad (brrr) as fuck (yeah) They ain't even have what I wanted bruh Hell naw, so I went online and looked it up Ooh, yeah, ooh And the bih come and meet me at the hideaway Suck my dick 'til I'm sleepy, right away Pull up with that Lamborghini, shinin', hey Get it poppin' when you see me, night or day At Fellini's, baby fuckin' with me She notice I got the cheese, the mozzarella on me She told me she want a bean, I gave her the poppy seed Like, why you talkin' to me? I ain't got no enemies, ayy Why you front? You my baby Woke up in a new Mercedes CLA, ambient lighting so crazy, woah Get up out my face you hatin', oh All I do is flex, ayy I pull out the check, ayy Baby, gave me neck, ayy (woah) Hey, hey, hey I've been on my grind (hey) Do this all the time (hey) 'Bout to fucking shine, cooling with my fucking slime (woah) (Wow) out (wow) the Gucci (ooh) store (brrr) I'm mad (brrr) as fuck (yeah) They ain't even have what I wanted bruh Hell naw, so I went online and looked it up (ooh, yeah, ooh)
Writer(s): Grant Andrew Decouto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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