Walked in, brand-new clothes, that Balenciaga
She say I know that she want some Prada
I can't cuff these hos, I just got one night that ho
Yup, codeine, I'm done when I'm mixing Sprite
Oh, yeah, I'm done, I'm lit, legit
Oh, yeah, fuck love, just give me spits
Oh, yeah, I won, I'm way too rich
Oh, yeah, I love the things I miss
We ain't going out sad, don't worry 'bout who you with
You with, you with
I'ma catch 'em outside, me and gang up that stick
That stick, that stick
I'ma do you bad, might buy me a brand-new bitch
Me and twin outside
In LA getting too geeked up, up, up, up, up
Every time get up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I need some love, love, love, love, love
And she wan' fuck me up, up, up, up, up, up
But it cannot fuck me up, up, up, up, up
Yeah, I'm too geeked up, yeah
Yeah, I'm way too fried, yeah, yeah
Finna roll that blunt, getting way too high
I ain't pass that shit, I ain't hit one time
Every time I come through, bitch, I'm poppin' way too fly
I been going all in, I been going all in for you
Look at my pants, that shit say Balenci'
You know ain't rocking no suit or no tie
Sitting back watching artillery fly
I might just fuck with that bitch, she a vibe
Clutched up, keep them sticks outside
Clutched up, I been uppin' fye
Walked in, brand-new clothes, that Balenciaga
She say I know that she want some Prada
I can't cuff these hos, I just got one night that ho
Yup, codeine, I'm done when I'm mixing Sprite
Oh, yeah, I'm done, I'm lit, legit
Oh, yeah, fuck love, just give me spits
Oh, yeah, I won, I'm way too rich
Oh, yeah, I love the things I miss
