Powder Blue Ty Dolla $ign (Ft. Gunna)
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[Intro: Young Thug]
Woo, woo
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Shit been real (Real), but we made it through (Through)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (Yeah)
Bitch, I want respect, nothing less (Nothing less)
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Sky the limit (Limit), and I'm livin' proof (Proof)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (On my neck)
Bitch, I want respect, nothing less (Nothing less)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
New check, ayy, blew it on a dream house, yeah
Success, ain't too many I can trust now
Damn, now she blowin' up my phone, too much to dеal with
I just smoked a whole O, still ain't feel shit
Dolce Gabbana all on thе red carpet like, "Mama, I made it"
Now that I'm poppin' and runnin' up commas, it's so hard to save it (Save it)
I bought my shawty new Balenciaga, ain't come with no laces
I put some VV's all up in my teeth and they lookin' like braces
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, I might pay your rent
Waldorf Astoria (Ooh), no more Radisson
Comin' through the back door, bitch, let us in
I mix Gucci with Chanel, and some Vetements, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Shit been real (Real), but we made it through (Through)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (Yeah)
Bitch, I want respect, nothing less (Nothing less)
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Sky the limit (Limit), and I'm livin' proof (Proof)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (On my neck)
Bitch, I want respect, nothing less (Nothing less)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
New check, ayy, blew it on a dream house, yeah
Success, ain't too many I can trust now
Damn, now she blowin' up my phone, too much to dеal with
I just smoked a whole O, still ain't feel shit
Dolce Gabbana all on thе red carpet like, "Mama, I made it"
Now that I'm poppin' and runnin' up commas, it's so hard to save it (Save it)
I bought my shawty new Balenciaga, ain't come with no laces
I put some VV's all up in my teeth and they lookin' like braces
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, I might pay your rent
Waldorf Astoria (Ooh), no more Radisson
Comin' through the back door, bitch, let us in
I mix Gucci with Chanel, and some Vetements, yeah, yeah
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