Spoiled

With your spoiled ass girl

With your spoiled ass girl

Fuck with me, though

I got my wallet on me, yeah

All eyes on us

One hand on the moon

Both eyes on you

And I'ma probably OD

Spend a little time on it

Never mind your friends

Spend it all on you

I got this money on me, yeah

All eyes on us

One hand on the moon

Both eyes on you

And I'ma probably OD

Spend a little time on it

And never mind your friends

I spend it all on you

New shit from Bergdorf

New shit from Virgil

Is your hair right?

And what do you know?

She love that Saint Laurent

It's never too much

She love Fear of God

But she really fearing love

Would it be hot, I get you with a chauffeur

Shouldn't be driving, baby, I ain't sober

Would I be outta line if I came over?

'Cause don't nobody know you like I know you

L-O-V-E, please come to me

I eat it up for dinner, make your knees start to buckle

Kick your feet up, woman, take it easy for a second

Be at peace for a moment

I got my wallet on me

And that ain't no bluff

They fill up their feelings quick

When you fill up them gold ones

I got my wallet on me, yeah

All eyes on us

One hand on the moon

Both eyes on you

And I'ma probably OD

Spend a little time on it

Never mind your friends

Spend it all on you

I got this money on me, yeah

All eyes on us

One hand on the moon

Both eyes on you

And I'ma probably OD

Spend a little time on it

And never mind your friends

I spend it all on you

New shit from Bergdorf

New shit from Virgil

Is your hair right?

And what do you know?

She love that Saint Laurent

It's never too much

She love Fear of God

But she really fearing love

Would it be hot, I get you with a chauffeur

Shouldn't be driving, baby, I ain't sober

Would I be outta line if I came over?

'Cause don't nobody know you like I know you

I said, flex, time to have sexy time

It's Mike Kors, and mine a Rolex

Yeah, never mind what folks say

They loath my net worth, my gross is grotesque, ugh

One hope for a minute

TMZ flicking me, I might ghost for a minute

Back in my building, I'm rolling backwoods with my dogs

I ain't talking my ****, I mean Robyn and Melissa

I'm too cool to trip off a chick who gold digging

Too much on Balmain, that's too many zippers

Too many women don't get my potential

I'm like Bishop Tutu with 2Pac aggression

It's on me

Is it the vibe or the low?

Yeah, you memorize your monologue

Dig it, I'm tryna get impromptu, yeah

I do this for real

You do this a lil'

You knew I come through my laptop like that Hulu

Run through your hula hoop, no Netflix and chill

Hear your phone, girl

Why you not replying?

Mmm, oh my God

Stop fucking lying

I got my wallet on me, yeah

All eyes on us

One hand on the moon

Both eyes on you

And I'ma probably OD

Spend a little time on it

Never mind your friends

Spend it all on you

I got this money on me, yeah

All eyes on us

One hand on the moon

Both eyes on you

And I'ma probably OD

Spend a little time on it

Never mind your friends

I spend it all on you

New shit from Bergdorf

New shit from Virgil

Is your hair right?

And what do you know?

She love that Saint Laurent

It's never too much

She love Fear of God

But she really fearing love

(Mo, I'm not 'bout to keep calling you)

(Like for real, you making me look real thirsty out here)

(I called you ten times and left you five voicemails)

(And you still can't return my call?)

(Whatever happened to the list of shit you promised me?)

(My Christian Lou's, my Guiseppi's, and my three bundles of hair?)

(You not picking up the phone)

(I'm not 'bout to keep calling you)

(I'm 'bout to call you back, so answer the phone)

(I'm tired of chasing you, you know who it is)