Mix matching designer from head to toe, I ain't got no stylist
Feel like my life a dream, cause all this money keep on pilin
She keep starin' at my diamonds, this lil' bitch can't even stop smilin
Pocket rocket to clear the club, in case a nigga try to get rowdy
Drop the top on, the c8, I'm tryna feel the breeze
Bitch won't think bout leaving, she know I'm everything she need
If you Against me, I make that Drake, sang' like Alicia Keys
Say she in Maryland, I send a bitch a flight from the DMV
Don't call my phone It ain't buy money, Ion wanna be bothered ,my phone on DND
She want my unreleased, she see I'm finna blow TNT
Country boy need another load, I hit the road in a GMC
Ratchet bitch just wanna joyride, I pull up on her in a trackhawk Jeep
Huh, begging bitch, heard that I'm trickin', I told her that she can't get shit from me
Huh, this a SRT, why the f*ck the valet at his hands
Out for my key, bought the bitch Chanel
She went to bragging to her friends, they see me, they like, damn, you P
Huh, love forgive me for my sins, I'm trappin' on a Sunday morning
She went big back then, but now she see these racks, so now she horny
To ease my pain, I pour a deuce, inside my juice, my cup, it look like Barney
Got it on, don't need no stylist,my shoes, Givenchy, my sweater Marni
She turned me down back then, now she like, how you been
Huh, lost 250 on the dice, I coulda bought a Maybach Benz
I gave my twin my gun to spin, now I gotta throw away my Gen
She said it's love and then she changed, in the end, now I gotta f*ck her friend
1of1Lee - Gen5 Lyrics
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Mix matching designer from head to toe, I ain't got no stylist
Feel like my life a dream, cause all this money keep on pilin
She keep starin' at my diamonds, this lil' bitch can't even stop smilin
Pocket rocket to clear the club, in case a nigga try to get rowdy
Drop the top on, the c8, I'm tryna feel the breeze
Bitch won't think bout leaving, she know I'm everything she need
If you Against me, I make that Drake, sang' like Alicia Keys
Say she in Maryland, I send a bitch a flight from the DMV
Don't call my phone It ain't buy money, Ion wanna be bothered ,my phone on DND
She want my unreleased, she see I'm finna blow TNT
Country boy need another load, I hit the road in a GMC
Ratchet bitch just wanna joyride, I pull up on her in a trackhawk Jeep
Huh, begging bitch, heard that I'm trickin', I told her that she can't get shit from me
Huh, this a SRT, why the f*ck the valet at his hands
Out for my key, bought the bitch Chanel
She went to bragging to her friends, they see me, they like, damn, you P
Huh, love forgive me for my sins, I'm trappin' on a Sunday morning
She went big back then, but now she see these racks, so now she horny
To ease my pain, I pour a deuce, inside my juice, my cup, it look like Barney
Got it on, don't need no stylist,my shoes, Givenchy, my sweater Marni
She turned me down back then, now she like, how you been
Huh, lost 250 on the dice, I coulda bought a Maybach Benz
I gave my twin my gun to spin, now I gotta throw away my Gen
She said it's love and then she changed, in the end, now I gotta f*ck her friend
Feel like my life a dream, cause all this money keep on pilin
She keep starin' at my diamonds, this lil' bitch can't even stop smilin
Pocket rocket to clear the club, in case a nigga try to get rowdy
Drop the top on, the c8, I'm tryna feel the breeze
Bitch won't think bout leaving, she know I'm everything she need
If you Against me, I make that Drake, sang' like Alicia Keys
Say she in Maryland, I send a bitch a flight from the DMV
Don't call my phone It ain't buy money, Ion wanna be bothered ,my phone on DND
She want my unreleased, she see I'm finna blow TNT
Country boy need another load, I hit the road in a GMC
Ratchet bitch just wanna joyride, I pull up on her in a trackhawk Jeep
Huh, begging bitch, heard that I'm trickin', I told her that she can't get shit from me
Huh, this a SRT, why the f*ck the valet at his hands
Out for my key, bought the bitch Chanel
She went to bragging to her friends, they see me, they like, damn, you P
Huh, love forgive me for my sins, I'm trappin' on a Sunday morning
She went big back then, but now she see these racks, so now she horny
To ease my pain, I pour a deuce, inside my juice, my cup, it look like Barney
Got it on, don't need no stylist,my shoes, Givenchy, my sweater Marni
She turned me down back then, now she like, how you been
Huh, lost 250 on the dice, I coulda bought a Maybach Benz
I gave my twin my gun to spin, now I gotta throw away my Gen
She said it's love and then she changed, in the end, now I gotta f*ck her friend
Writer: Khyli Denson
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