[Intro: 1oneam]
—me at Saks?, I've never been to Saks
Ayy, go (I…)
I've never been to Saks
I-I love you
[Verse 1: 1oneam]
I'm in New York with a bad bitch
These niggas hoes, man, they acting
Blew me a bag, on some fast shit (Fuck you, nigga)
Talk down, boy, you lacking
Yeah, Zen got that bag, bitch
I'm in that coupe with a bad bitch
Been had them racks at the jump
Showed her the bag, now that bitch wanna hump
Juggin' bro shit for his funds
Blew a bag, too much fun
Ayy, big hundreds, ain't no ones
She say, "lil' Zen, you the one"
You want that feat? Boy, you dumb
Yeah, I need the bread, no crumbs
[Verse 2: Okaymar]
I need the bread, no crumbs (That's them? Y'all wanna get shot at, nigga?)
And my pockets on fat, like a thumb
That boy get no brеad, he a bum
I'm in this bitch mouth like Gum
I see the fеds, then I'm on the run
I'm fucking this ho', boy, that shit fun
I wake up, then I run the funds
Smoking on gas, fuckin' up my lungs
I spend a bag, bitch, I'm at Dover
I see a opp boy, then it's over
That bitch wanna fuck, told her: «Bend over»
Walk in with a chip on my shoulder
Walk in with a gun on my hip
Fuck around, hit it, then I dip
She wanted a bag, I bought her some chips
I was in school, bussin' off the scripts
—me at Saks?, I've never been to Saks
Ayy, go (I…)
I've never been to Saks
I-I love you
[Verse 1: 1oneam]
I'm in New York with a bad bitch
These niggas hoes, man, they acting
Blew me a bag, on some fast shit (Fuck you, nigga)
Talk down, boy, you lacking
Yeah, Zen got that bag, bitch
I'm in that coupe with a bad bitch
Been had them racks at the jump
Showed her the bag, now that bitch wanna hump
Juggin' bro shit for his funds
Blew a bag, too much fun
Ayy, big hundreds, ain't no ones
She say, "lil' Zen, you the one"
You want that feat? Boy, you dumb
Yeah, I need the bread, no crumbs
[Verse 2: Okaymar]
I need the bread, no crumbs (That's them? Y'all wanna get shot at, nigga?)
And my pockets on fat, like a thumb
That boy get no brеad, he a bum
I'm in this bitch mouth like Gum
I see the fеds, then I'm on the run
I'm fucking this ho', boy, that shit fun
I wake up, then I run the funds
Smoking on gas, fuckin' up my lungs
I spend a bag, bitch, I'm at Dover
I see a opp boy, then it's over
That bitch wanna fuck, told her: «Bend over»
Walk in with a chip on my shoulder
Walk in with a gun on my hip
Fuck around, hit it, then I dip
She wanted a bag, I bought her some chips
I was in school, bussin' off the scripts
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