Lyrics

Baby, you bougie Jacket from Louis Bag straight from Gucci Got a spendin' issue, but I know how to fix it Card with no limit Bouta cop us tickets Anywhere you want like Bali (Bali), Paris (Paris) London (London), Venice, we be up all night Godly (Godly), wearing (wearing) A couple dozen (a couple dozen) Karats, I'll treat you right I'll do anything just to show you I'm grateful Laying my heart and my checks on the table Nothing I give you could ever be wasteful Baby, put that wallet down, you know you're getting spoiled What's a queen without a crown? You know you're getting spoiled Go pick out a hundred pieces, yeah, you're getting spoiled As long as you're loving me, just know you're getting spoiled Yeah, you getting spoiled, yeah, yeah Miss independent Eight hundred credit Perfect attendance You don't ask for nothing from me But my affection I give it all, no question You're such a blessing Everything I ever needed You brought it You sexy And you flaunt it No misleading You're honest You want it? You got it, baby I'll do anything just to show you I'm grateful Laying my heart and my checks on the table Nothing I give you could ever be wasteful Baby, put that wallet down, you know you're getting spoiled What's a queen without a crown? You know you're getting spoiled Go pick out a hundred pieces, yeah, you're getting spoiled As long as you're loving me, just know you're getting spoiled Yeah, you getting spoiled, yeah, yeah You getting spoiled, yeah, yeah You getting spoiled, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Gradon Lee, Anthony Saunders Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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