[Intro]
(808's on ten)
[Pre-Chorus: Bree Carter & RJmrLA]
Sit it on your face, huh (Yeah)
Diggin' in your safe, huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, DJ Flippp make the money flip)
[Chorus: Bree Carter & RJmrLA]
Sit it on your face, huh (Yeah)
Diggin' in your safe, huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Huh, that Chanel on my waist, huh (Yeah)
You can see me in a Wraith, huh (Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Huh, put my kids in all Bape, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh (Uh-huh)
Got a billionaire face, huh (Uh-huh)
Got some million dollar traits, huh (RJ)
[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
I feel like fuck Complex, they don't know us (They don't know us)
Make a milli' out the mud like we slow bucks (Uh-huh)
BIA, BIA (BIA), ain't fucking with my BIAs (BIA, no)
Getting chilly, no T-Baz, huh
You the one, come and put it on my gums (Uh)
Girl, you know you dope, you got me numbin' up my tongue (Uh)
When the summer spring, fallin' in it 'til I'm sprung (Yeah)
Leaning on this drum, let me beat it through the slums, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
And for all my independent gettin' rich bitches
Threw my Louis letterman on A list bitches
Excuse me, miss, you don't mix with the mistresses
It just sit different
(808's on ten)
[Pre-Chorus: Bree Carter & RJmrLA]
Sit it on your face, huh (Yeah)
Diggin' in your safe, huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, DJ Flippp make the money flip)
[Chorus: Bree Carter & RJmrLA]
Sit it on your face, huh (Yeah)
Diggin' in your safe, huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Huh, that Chanel on my waist, huh (Yeah)
You can see me in a Wraith, huh (Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Huh, put my kids in all Bape, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh (Uh-huh)
Got a billionaire face, huh (Uh-huh)
Got some million dollar traits, huh (RJ)
[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
I feel like fuck Complex, they don't know us (They don't know us)
Make a milli' out the mud like we slow bucks (Uh-huh)
BIA, BIA (BIA), ain't fucking with my BIAs (BIA, no)
Getting chilly, no T-Baz, huh
You the one, come and put it on my gums (Uh)
Girl, you know you dope, you got me numbin' up my tongue (Uh)
When the summer spring, fallin' in it 'til I'm sprung (Yeah)
Leaning on this drum, let me beat it through the slums, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
And for all my independent gettin' rich bitches
Threw my Louis letterman on A list bitches
Excuse me, miss, you don't mix with the mistresses
It just sit different
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