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Gucci shades on!
(Yea!)
(Gucci shades)
Yellow diamonds on my wrist
All these chains on
(All these chains)
How I'm blinding' make em sick
I can't change for nobody
No nobody but my bitch
You can't treat me like somebody
Ain't nobody gave me shit
I can't buy no bitch no Birkin'
I don't see that makin sense
But I know one thing for certain
I spent thirty on my wrist
Add one zero now
That's 300 on my wrist
Boy don't me catch a body
Catch a homi
In this bitch
I got braggin' rights
Bitch I did this on my own
I was cryin, hungry
Starving, they wan pickin
Up my phone
Now I wake up
Count 3 hunnid
Then go straight to makin songs
I'm not into catchin bodies
But I took lil mama soul
I'm that nigga now
This shit finally makin' sense
I might dick her down
She got Myro on her lips
I'm so picky now
(I'm so picky)
I don't know which
One to get
Car 350
(Car three fifty)
Tell me am I makin ' sense
It's so hard to show
Emotions but I really need to vent
If I could talk to LRB
I'd ask him how his Sunday went
Rest In Peace his lovely soul
That's a chance I'll never get
This for RYNO
Get yo rest boy
Watch how Myro make em rich!
I know ima make it far
I put my heart up in this shit
So now I'm drivin foreign cars
And all these stars up on my wrist
Quick reminder
You can't find her
Then I might just got yo bitch
Abu Dhabi
Hotel Lobby
Know they wun' this
Gucci shades on!
(Yea!)
(Gucci shades)
Yellow diamonds on my wrist
All these chains on
(All these chains)
How I'm blinding' make em sick
I can't change for nobody
No nobody but my bitch
You can't treat me like somebody
Ain't nobody gave me shit