Can’t Believe Her VL Deck (Ft. Latto)

[Intro: VL Deck]
Yeah
We in here
Eh [?]
[?] beat
Hey eh, yeah I want some [?] light it up
She drunk
Let's get it

[Chorus: VL Deck]
Money in the building, make your girl do the [?]
I can't believe her
You fucking with a boss, baby girl, you can tell
I'm a acheaver
Shawty say that she a diva
She turnt up like the speakers
Ain't none of them your equal

[Verse 1: VL Deck]
You on your shit, girl, I see ya
Your bags and your shoe match
Write your own checks, you got your own sack
Lil mama said she stress free
She got an ass and [?] so they envy
I'm liking all your swag though
You keep it real, ain't no [?]
You my type, yeah you right
Overseas, you know she Skype
When it rain, we first class where the sun be
I feel your [?] 'cause baby girl [?]
Yeah I'm rollin, so I gotta eat my sellery
I like to show her off, her ass an art gallery