Mmmm, mmm, yeah
Now that she care about me
Shawty, she moving from Greek
But I'm really doing my thing, yeah
Shawty, what do you need?
I've been tryn' find peace
Got Balenciaga, now keep take-off on my feet
Remember all them talkers in my head, said I was weak
Now I'm workin', getting to the Prada, I got all this bread, man they count on me
Now I'm countin', for me and my new road
And nobody was really there for me
And nowadays I got some clarity
A lot of people out here scared of me
A lot of people here cheering me
And people out here really favor me
I had to get out to get rich
Lot' people fakin', they switch
I hope that I really get rich
Nobody was here for this
Nobody was here for this (Huh)
Nobody was here for this (Hmm)
Now I gotta hear the vision (Hmm)
And I gotta get the vision (Hmm)
Mmm, I got shit, got me a thousand bitch
Don't talk shit like to me like this
Dirty her cups, I'm rich like this
Most of them bitches can't top my bitch
I like mine when she's on a tight ass dress
Yeah, my body mess, yeah, she don't like how I play chess
My body designer season, I dress how I want every season
Got me a Goyard bitch, I like my designer thick with no reason, ooh
Oooo
I-I know things that I really shouldn't know
Just call me off when you feel like you want my blow
Don't call me off when you just fuckin' on your phone
Pussy ass talk shit like this
YSL strapped on my pants, fly ass shit
Take your corpse clothes, we gon' thrift all that shit
I love my money til the day I die type shit