[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, this how I get off
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off
[Chorus]
Huh, I shop from a lookbook, I don't go to the mall
And I done made so much money, I just might start playin' golf
I'm servin' X, molly red, and you know that shit all raw
I'm way too high, I don't want no head, baby, I can't get off soft
She suck me, suck me 'til I'm dead, she got me pushin' her off me
Hundred K, yeah, that's what that new AP cost me
Plain jane, yeah, that lil' bitch goin' in the vault
I shine with no jewelry on, I'm a real rockstar
[Verse]
I don't even got to have no jewelry on, bitch, look at my car
And these niggas still got Amiri on, they won't make it far
I got a new bae, ayy, I met her at the bar
She got a big booty and her titties bustin' out her bra
We 'bout to make a movie, yeah, yeah, you gon' be the star
I was eatin' ramen noodles and shit, now I'm shoppin' in Bora Bora
And I drop bags at the store
I drop a bag on my bitch, I drop a bag on my whore
I drop a bag on my fit, I'm droppin' bags, I'm the shit
Chanel vintage on the kid, Rick Owens, bitch, I'm him
Marni on my feet but you really can't see 'em
'Cause these Balenciaga denim
And they saggin' 'cause I stuffed my racks up in 'em
This my swag, yeah, Ken Carson, X, yeah, yeah
She jetlaggin' 'cause she off the G6 pill
I was braggin' when I made my first couple mill'
I swear I love money, that's the only way I get a thrill
Pink twenties, pink fifties, blue hundreds, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's just how I get off
All I talk about is money, I got a money talk
She dripped in designer, she got a money walk
Five hundred just for a line-up, my barber overchargin'
Huh, huh, huh, huh, this how I get off
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off
[Chorus]
Huh, I shop from a lookbook, I don't go to the mall
And I done made so much money, I just might start playin' golf
I'm servin' X, molly red, and you know that shit all raw
I'm way too high, I don't want no head, baby, I can't get off soft
She suck me, suck me 'til I'm dead, she got me pushin' her off me
Hundred K, yeah, that's what that new AP cost me
Plain jane, yeah, that lil' bitch goin' in the vault
I shine with no jewelry on, I'm a real rockstar
[Verse]
I don't even got to have no jewelry on, bitch, look at my car
And these niggas still got Amiri on, they won't make it far
I got a new bae, ayy, I met her at the bar
She got a big booty and her titties bustin' out her bra
We 'bout to make a movie, yeah, yeah, you gon' be the star
I was eatin' ramen noodles and shit, now I'm shoppin' in Bora Bora
And I drop bags at the store
I drop a bag on my bitch, I drop a bag on my whore
I drop a bag on my fit, I'm droppin' bags, I'm the shit
Chanel vintage on the kid, Rick Owens, bitch, I'm him
Marni on my feet but you really can't see 'em
'Cause these Balenciaga denim
And they saggin' 'cause I stuffed my racks up in 'em
This my swag, yeah, Ken Carson, X, yeah, yeah
She jetlaggin' 'cause she off the G6 pill
I was braggin' when I made my first couple mill'
I swear I love money, that's the only way I get a thrill
Pink twenties, pink fifties, blue hundreds, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's just how I get off
All I talk about is money, I got a money talk
She dripped in designer, she got a money walk
Five hundred just for a line-up, my barber overchargin'
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