Cover your feet in Saint Laurent Girl, I´ll buy you whatever you want Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) I can´t text you back, baby girl, I´m stuck (I´m stuck) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah)
Geeked You say I only see you when I´m geeked You laugh ´cause I´m slurrin´ when I speak Relax, take this Perky with me Fuck with me, you get a Birky for free Fuck with me, you gotta deal with birds chirpin´ at me Lots of attention when we walk down the street
Nothin´ but designer cover your feet I made a lot of money rappin´, makin´ beats Say you wanna get some work done, you´re perfect to me I get a lot of bags, what´s a Birkin to me? I know some people lurkin´, they lookin´ for me They just mad they girl had an appointment with me Everywhere I go out, they be pointin´ at me Never worry ´bout ´em, ain´t important to me Everywhere I go, they know my joint go with me Every day I wear Diors, what´s some Jordans to me?
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent Girl, I´ll buy you whatever you want Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) I can´t text you back, baby girl, I´m stuck (I´m stuck) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah)
Sleep I see you in my dreams when I sleep Your new man dirty hands rubbin´ on your feet I bought a lot of shit I let you keep And when it´s over nothin´ left for me Stab me in the back, I thought you loyal to me Don´t know why your temperature be boilin´ with me Always yellin´, always miss the point when I speak Lately, your decisions disappointin´ to me Lately, you been horrible to me
I don´t care if you´re mad, you´re still adorable to me Behind on all your bills, that shit affordable to me We could wear designer in the house, come quarantine with me I miss your presence when I got a boring ting with me Lately, all these girls are gettin´ annoying to me At first, being with you was enjoying to me Infected with your love, it´s like poison to me
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent Girl, I´ll buy you whatever you want Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup)
I can´t text you back, baby girl, I´m stuck (I´m stuck) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can´t fold them up (Yeah)