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