Got it on Smash (OG Parker)
Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear
Yeah, stackin' up money like Jenga and Legos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco
Back of the crib look like mini Barbados
Losin' my friends every day, I'm okay, though
It's been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two flats on a Maybach
Money got niggas thinkin' I changed
Why are you makin' this so complicated?
I could buy you a new ass, just say that
Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then
Still got bitches that owe me some favors
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds go blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can't take my sauce, I got too much flavor
No overexaggeratin'
Don't feel embarrassed
I was flippin' your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers
Could've bought like a hundred Monclers
I can't even sleep
The thirties be helpin' me concentrate
She throwin' it back
In the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?"
Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear
I looked at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie
I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It's already one up in this .30, I swear
If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airin'
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got porcelain floors
She told me "It's yours" (Mhm)
It's just me and your baby girl
She was rockin' my world (Mhm)
VVSs and pearls
Eat me up 'til she 'url (Mhm)
Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear
Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Feelin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Please do not knock on my door lookin' for love
'Cause it don't belong in here
Told me to go to Hell
Okay, I will drive you there (Yeah)
I got mad gear
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