Lyrics
She don't want you nigga
She tryna sell that artwork boy
It's finally about time to upgrade somebody's daughter
She dying for attention, her time is getting shorter
By the time she circled around, I didn't want her
Lil homie, that is not yo bitch
I said 'cause Karl Lagerfeld got yo bitch
Virgil Abloh got yo bitch
Art Basel tickets got yo bitch
Murakami exhibit got yo bitch
She don't love me, she in love with, all the paintings and mannequins
She said what's, the point of pictures, if you bitches ain't grammin' 'em
All I know is exclusive clothes, art pieces, and scamming it
Stuck the money and the cannabis both up in the cabinet
Now she asking what's the thread and stitch count
Now what's my bitch count
Tickets at the Louvre for a discount
Her cousin work the door
I'm tapped in, plug connected, you nan one of those
Jahlil Nzinga forty by sixties inside my summer homes
She get excited when we text and start to type fast
'Cause to be honest she don't know how long this might last
That'll get her naked quick but it's gon' take a light bag
'Cause even her birthday suit still got all the price tags
It's finally about time to upgrade somebody's daughter
She dying for attention, her time is getting shorter
By the time she circled around, I didn't want her
I said 'cause Karl Lagerfeld got yo bitch
Virgil Abloh got yo bitch
Art Basel tickets got yo bitch
Murakami exhibit got yo bitch
High roller, getting chauffeured, So she wanna tag along
Curator took us through the MoMA, we had a ball
Every sculpture got her wetter than a pool with cannon balls
Dapper Don unlimited Master Card, her panties gone
Latinas wanna learn about that Brown English
My pockets breaded, keep 'em away from your chicken fingers
A Malandrino dress'll have her kitty like the sprinklers
You see in front of the Met, I'm Jackson Pollock how I inked her
She wanna put a chain on and get her fame on