Tommy Hilfiger

808 Mafia

I don't need your love, yeah

'Cause I was not enough

Now it's too late for ya bitch

I'm try to get me to the top, um

Yeah, sorry it's too late for the shit that made ya, ache

Poppin' up some bottles, smokin' Percs free basic

Racin' in my car, I ain't never switchin' lanes

While you're eatin', Dunkin' Donuts, takin' donuts for your face

Spendin' a hundred for the Tommy bag, and take it to the grave

Walkin' on the moon with my shoes from Tommy H

Tommy is the brand I'm ever trustin'

Hold on

In my head bad thoughts

Bad habbits from the sad bitch

And my hand on my ratchet

Feel like I'm a savage oh

Twenty bands for the badass

When they posted my Margielas

So we put him in the trash shit oh yeah

You don't got involved

No competition to suckin' in my balls

Ain't no way for the fucking assholes

Look at these hoes they get out of control

They say she knows me, but they never know

They tryna fuck me but they never whoa, whoa

What all of they asses ain't know

I'm unknown and so unpredictable

(Uh, huh, yeah)

I don't need your love, yeah

You had me and really fucked up

Now it's too late for ya', bitch

I'm try to get me to the top, um

I don't need your love

'Cause I was not enough

Now it's too late for ya

Throwin' my money at all

I get high for love

Pull up on the scene, you wit' me in the Ghini

I missed to hit the brakes and I crashed the machine

Drive around the place like a damn psych on the street

I never repeat, 'cause I fell on my knees

Pulled the beans out my pocket, from my Hilfiger jeans

Pop the pills like a fiend, Tommy bag no Céline

Got a lot of drip, 'cause I got rich for my dream, yeah

I'm try to get me yeah to the top

Rap around the drip I've always want