Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Woah
In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you
She rather die than find another
Out in New York for fashion week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LV's I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?” (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more)
She gon' fuck me for my status
And Rino just went Patek (Yeah)
They say "Wick you so hard"
This shit too easy, it's natural
These hoes be so dramatic
And these niggas don't want static
Turn that nigga to ashes
I'm fuckin' on this bitch, look just like Ash Kaash
I'm baggin that bitch, Ash Ketchum
Momma say I've been movin' too fast
She wish I would start relaxin'
I'm in that Trackhawk movin' too fast
Make one wrong turn and I'm crashing
In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you?
She rather die than find another
Out in New York for fashion week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LV's I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more)
She gon' fuck me for my status (Yeah)
And Rino just went Patek
They say "Wick you so hard"
This shit too easy, it's natural
Hold up, bring them choirs in
She a bad lil' girl, might fly her in
40k on watches and I still can't tell what time it is
I swear I count money every day, I don't get tired of this
Spent like 5k on my fit that's every day, you don't get fly as this
He tryna be me, who's guy is this?
Pass through, she like "Who's ride is this?"
Pass through, they like "Who's ride is this?"
In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you?
She rather die than find another
Out in New York for fashion week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LV's I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more)
And I get that green, that cabbage
Been a while since I felt damaged
Know it's hard, but I still manage
Know it's hard, but I still manage
I like you, you got your mind like this
I want her cause she fine like this
Pass through, she like "Who's ride is this?"
Pass through, they like "Who's ride is this?"
In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you?
She rather die than find another
Out in New York for fashion week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LV's I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more, no more)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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