My Beemer sit on Jimmy Choo's, damn
My bitch, I buy her Jimmy Choo's, damn
My neck a bunch of frozen jewels, damn
I can show ya what them Benji's do, damn
Benjamin's bring them finer things, damn
That what ya want, then go on, get it baby, damn
I hit a lick, ain't have to split it, baby, damn
100 thou in all fifties, baby
Robin jeans and some Jimmy Choo's, damn
All wings, I don't do the True's, damn
Robin jeans and some Jimmy Choo's, damn
All wings, I don't do the True's What ya want, cuz ya got it, bab, I pull up, see ya watching, baby
See them bands in my Robin's, baby, Jimmy Choo's when ya walking, baby
I swear that she works it, I swear she so perfect
She makes me so nervous, the way that she works it
Jimmy Choo's on her feet when she be walking, ay
Jimmy Choo's on her feet when she be walking, yeah baby My bitch in Jimmy Choo's but I'm in Robin jeans
She say she luv my crystals on my Robin wings
Everythin' designer, it's designer things
All this fucking money bring the finer things, ay
Slim thick wit' yo cute ass, ay, I might buy ya a new bag, damn
So fine I bought a new Jag, damn, top down, ain't no do rag
They like 'ZooWap, how ya do that?'
All that money, I'ma move that, Jimmy Choo's and my Robin jeans
Ain't no True's, just some Robin jeans What ya want, cuz ya got it, bab, I pull up, see ya watching, baby
See them bands in my Robin's, baby, Jimmy Choo's when ya walking, baby
I swear that she works it, I swear she so perfect
She makes me so nervous, the way that she works it
Jimmy Choo's on her feet when she be walking, ay
Jimmy Choo's on her feet when she be walking, yeah baby
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