Letras
Yeah
Gold chain swing like it got its own motion
Snapback low, can't see my emotion
Pull up clean, soda cream in the potion
Whole team lit, yeah we coastin'
Skateboard dreams, city lights, late night
Neon glow when the rims hit the brake light
Shorty say my voice sound space-like
Money talk, I don't speak broke language
Skinny jeans, but the pockets obese
Whole fit loud but I barely speak
I been cool since MySpace peak
Now it's private jets and a foreign lease
Crew too fresh, no stylist needed
Every move calculated, never defeated
Started from nothing, now they tweet it
"Who that kid?" — yeah, I been him
Yeah, dancing with them diamonds
Bad bitch jumping of a jet im too flawless
Im not really fucking with that bitch yeah she dumb as fuck
Im not really taking a big step im just having luck
1000 dollar gucci piece i wish that shit for my bitch birthday
Stepping with the wrong foot bitch make this shit your worst day
Im not really fucking with your sister im just having fun
Next time ima meet your bitch ass ima make you slap and cry
Hop in that whip, two doors, matte finish
Glide like a ghost, ain't none of y'all winnin'
Tat on the chest, heartbeat still spinnin'
Heard he outside? Okay — I'm grinnin'
I don't do talkin', I do it in silence
Walk in the spot and the room get violent
Chain too cold, yeah it mess with the climate
Big bankroll, yeah my pockets got islands
New fit on, no I don't do the basics
Too many eyes, I can't move if you fake it
She want a pic, told her "wait til I make it"
I already did — I just like how it taste is
They tryna copy the drip, it's pathetic
I'm in my lane, I don't do the kinetic
Money so long it's stretchin' the metric
I was down bad, now I'm up — that's poetic
Gold chain swing like it got its own motion
Snapback low, can't see my emotion