Our Year (feat. Gunna)

Gunna

Gunna

Baby

Fuck with young YSL

Yeah, it's our year

(Damn)

Big racks, money talkin'

****, that's all I hear

Told every one of my ****, this our year

Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port

Go onboard the Lear

I'ma hop out, drip, drippin' the flyest gear (Flyest gear)

Everything came from Saks Fifth

The bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior)

I let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear (From the rear)

Yeah

Drive that bitch and go crazy (Drive)

All blue hunnids, big faces (Big face)

Four pockets full, Lil Baby (Lil Baby)

Catch me a jet and go to Vegas (Go to Vegas)

Chauffeur from a '63 AMG Mercedes (Skrrt-skrrt)

VVS's on me and they bangin' (Bangin')

Fuckin' on a **** old lady (Lady)

I was tryna grind like the 80's

I had to stack it tall, took a whole lot of patience

(Stack it up)

Spend a dime ****, money ancient

'Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Macy's (Fell in love)

Money growin', feelin' like I'm age'n (Yeah)

Pour a four of syrup, let me taste it (Let me taste it)

Attached to the paper, we related (Related)

Big racks, money conversation (Yeah)

(Big racks, big racks)

Big racks, money talkin'

****, that's all I hear

(Big racks, money talk)

Told every one of my ****, this our year

(Our year)

Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port

Go onboard the Lear

(Board the Lear, board the jet)

I'ma hop out

Drip, drip in the flyest gear (Flyest gear)

Everything came from Saks Fifth (Saks)

The bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior)

I let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear (From the rear)

Told Gunna-Gunna, lil' kid, this our year

You dig what I'm sayin' bro? (What I'm sayin')

She got star struck by the stars in the Wraith

She know I ain't playin' though (Know I ain't playin')

I ran them bands up (Them bands)

Dressed like I'm sponsored by Louis Vuitton

Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I'm a don

Four pockets full, get them in by the ton

Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass

She got class, she got every bag (Every bag)

Jumped on a Lear, left the pack in the hood

Text my ho, told that bitch I ain't comin' back

(Ain't never comin' back)

Big racks, money talkin'

****, that's all I hear

(Big racks, money talk)

Told every one of my ****, this our year

(This our year)

Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port

Go onboard the Lear

(Board the Lear, board the jet)

I'ma hop out, drip, drippin' the flyest gear (Flyest gear)

Everything came from Saks Fifth (Saks)

The bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior)

I let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear (From the rear)

Yeah

Big racks, money talkin', **** that 's all I hear

Told every one of my ****, this our year