Letras
Woke up, I got hella fans
Now hella people listen to me
Wake up, I got hella bands
And I spend it all on Balenci
Labels say my parlay hit
And I'm passing it out to the team
I ain't gott flex, ain't gotta boast
I'm keepin' it P
Look like I got Jewish money
Bitch, this kosher cheese
She wanna ride in a GLE
Cause she too boujee for SRTs
I got no ops
I got no time for no fuckin' enemies
At her place like Sesame
And she wanna have sex with me
She want me to be her man
Cause the bag it say Hermès
And my pants say Vetements
And the diamonds got the hoe in a trance
I'm tryna break her vertebrae
And this bitch gon' do what I say
Hoes tryna see my face
But I keep tellin' them another day
I don't feel luck, cause luck feel me
I turn up the fuckin' heat
Yeah, body bang like some matcha tea
And she move her ass to the beat
Five star perfect mami hoe
Goddamn, she know she pretty
Told the hoe I'm no eater
But I might just lick on her kitty
Woke up, I got hella fans
Now hella people listen to me
Wake up, I got hella bands
And I spend it all on Balenci
Labels say my parlay hit
And I'm passing it out to the team
I ain't gott flex, ain't gotta boast
I'm keepin' it P
Look like I got Jewish money
Bitch, this kosher cheese
She wanna ride in a GLE
Cause she too boujee for SRTs
I got no ops
I got no time for no fuckin' enemies
At her place like Sesame
And she wanna have sex with me