歌词
Why you take my swag?
Boy, you out sad
Ksubi jeans, they sag
Brand new Gen five extended mag
I'll do you bad
I'll jugg you for your racks
I'll slime you out
For a rack
I just bought my bitch a Fendi bag
Yeah, my potna shippin' dime bags
No, they ain't care when I was down bad
You ain't original, you stealing swag
Popped a G6 and now I got jetlag
I walk around with a lot of cash
I walk around with a wad of cash
I got Rick Owens on my ass
Expensive drank
I can't sip too fast
Slidin' Urus, bitch, I'm 'bout
Bitch, I'm slidin' Urus and I'm 'bout to crash
Hoes get around F6
They don't know how to act
They don't know how to act
Rollin, bitch, I'm rollin
Too geeked up
Can't even control me
Shawty say she miss the old me
This bitch tryna be so controlling
And these niggas keep on trolling
But I don't give no fuck, yeah
Japanese tags on all my clothing
My pockets, they overloaded
I got bros in Wyoming
Don't dap me up, you know you owe me
Tammat a pistol, I tote it
We grill that boy just like George Foreman
Aim at his mouth
Left him foaming
Look at the money
Watch it bome in
Lil' bitch, I'm balling
Rockin' Balmain
I love it when she keep calling
I just wanna hear from you
Checking my phone in the morning
Checks on my phone in the morning
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah!
She hit my phone in the morning
Yeah, she hit my phone in the morning
I just wanna be with you
Uh, uh, uh, yeah!
She hit my phone in the morning
Oh, how I love it when she call me, call me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah