No Stylist Xavier Weeks

[Intro]
Oh my god
Ch'yeah

(Cm not again)

[Chorus]
You got it, got it
On my body, plot it
When you rich like this, you poppin (aye yeah)
I'm dried up, and i copped it
She go to college, knowledge (knowledge)
She got some mileage hybrid
Spent 10 bands on fly shit (oh-woah)
Got some new drip, no stylist
And i know my brothers
And he say you a bitch, you a bitch, on my mother (yessir)
And i got my brothers, maybe your problems, i don't never go out (no)

[Verse 1]
And i do me, give a fuck about yourself
And she do her, but she do it for the gram
And she told her friends, she going to the bank
But shе told me that she on her way (on hеr way)
She just wanna cuff on me (woah)
Then she gonna call me (oh my god)
Got racks on the money trees
Feel like these things are under me
All the hate and the bad vibes is under me (oh)
They got a lot of saying, but won't say it to your face
Yeah keep more word, this type of way (for real)
Meet a bad bitch, my type today