Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' a foreign, my trunk in the front
Neck wrist bussin', it's lit like a blunt
Shut down the mall, get whatever I want
Ten racks for a fit, only wear that shit once
Two tone Cullinan truck, yeah
Feelin' like Giannis, I get bucks
We really runnin' it up
Bitch, don't spill what's in my cup (yeah)
It's goin' down, goin' down (yeah)
Gotta get you in my bedroom, need that shit right now
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma make you feel special, let me show you how (yeah, yeah)
Only fly shit
Wake up, make deposits (yeah)
Hot topic
They know I got options
Only fly shit
Wake up, make deposits (yeah)
Hot topic
They know I got options (yeah)
This Audemars my diamonds pink
I spent one eighty, that shit crazy
VVS bitch, no fugazi
Since a kid, it's been fuck you, pay me
Ace of Spades, get wasted
He say, "Ooh bae, you my favorite"
Gucci heels, I'm such a lady
Vintage CC from the eighty's (yeah)
Ain't shit basic
818 they send me cases
Sit 'em right next to the Glocks in the basement
Off-White written in quotations (RIP Virgil)
Two tone Cullinan truck (yeah)
Feelin' like Giannis, I get bucks
We really runnin' it up
Bitch, don't spill what's in my cup
It's goin' down, goin' down (yeah)
Gotta get you in my bedroom, I need that shit right now
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma make you feel special, let me show you how (yeah, yeah)
Only fly shit
Wake up, make deposits (yeah)
Hot topic
They know I got options
Only fly shit
Wake up, make deposits (yeah)
Hot topic
They know I got options
Ridin' a foreign, my trunk in the front
Neck wrist bussin', it's lit like a blunt
Shut down the mall, get whatever I want