Brand new Gielly's in the mail
I don't- I don't know who bitch I hit, I'm high as hell
W- Walking out of Saks, go meet my hoe in YSL
I ain't plan on blowing all these bands, I might as well
Yeah I might as well
Least you tried if you failed
Everything I touch turn gold, must be how Midas felt
Ye- Yeah I got a girl but baby you my type as well
I put in that Dolce but she said Chanel
Yeah Yeah Forreal
Yeah I got clothes that's older than me
Make a good girl get down on her knees
Can't answer the phone, bitch it's time to geek
Yeah on my soul you niggas be weak
I run through a zip in less than a week
Get you out my mind, I'm hitting delete
Yeah I'm from the west all my hoes on the east
Bitch I'm good everywhere that I go
I'm a genius they said I was slow
Rock Margiela my head to my toe
When I walk in, it's yo time to go
Black and white CDG look like Po
Is she mine? I guess we'll never know
That's a lesson boy just play yo role
That's a lesson, these bitches be cold
Yeah I remember when I was a kid
Everyday that I'd come home from school
My mama she yelling at me
She mad I don't follow no rules
In class, I ain't pay no attention
They taught what I already knew
I looked at myself in the mirror
And I said this shit ain't for you
BMO - Midas Lyrics
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Brand new Gielly's in the mail
I don't- I don't know who bitch I hit, I'm high as hell
W- Walking out of Saks, go meet my hoe in YSL
I ain't plan on blowing all these bands, I might as well
Yeah I might as well
Least you tried if you failed
Everything I touch turn gold, must be how Midas felt
Ye- Yeah I got a girl but baby you my type as well
I put in that Dolce but she said Chanel
Yeah Yeah Forreal
Yeah I got clothes that's older than me
Make a good girl get down on her knees
Can't answer the phone, bitch it's time to geek
Yeah on my soul you niggas be weak
I run through a zip in less than a week
Get you out my mind, I'm hitting delete
Yeah I'm from the west all my hoes on the east
Bitch I'm good everywhere that I go
I'm a genius they said I was slow
Rock Margiela my head to my toe
When I walk in, it's yo time to go
Black and white CDG look like Po
Is she mine? I guess we'll never know
That's a lesson boy just play yo role
That's a lesson, these bitches be cold
Yeah I remember when I was a kid
Everyday that I'd come home from school
My mama she yelling at me
She mad I don't follow no rules
In class, I ain't pay no attention
They taught what I already knew
I looked at myself in the mirror
And I said this shit ain't for you
I don't- I don't know who bitch I hit, I'm high as hell
W- Walking out of Saks, go meet my hoe in YSL
I ain't plan on blowing all these bands, I might as well
Yeah I might as well
Least you tried if you failed
Everything I touch turn gold, must be how Midas felt
Ye- Yeah I got a girl but baby you my type as well
I put in that Dolce but she said Chanel
Yeah Yeah Forreal
Yeah I got clothes that's older than me
Make a good girl get down on her knees
Can't answer the phone, bitch it's time to geek
Yeah on my soul you niggas be weak
I run through a zip in less than a week
Get you out my mind, I'm hitting delete
Yeah I'm from the west all my hoes on the east
Bitch I'm good everywhere that I go
I'm a genius they said I was slow
Rock Margiela my head to my toe
When I walk in, it's yo time to go
Black and white CDG look like Po
Is she mine? I guess we'll never know
That's a lesson boy just play yo role
That's a lesson, these bitches be cold
Yeah I remember when I was a kid
Everyday that I'd come home from school
My mama she yelling at me
She mad I don't follow no rules
In class, I ain't pay no attention
They taught what I already knew
I looked at myself in the mirror
And I said this shit ain't for you
Writer: Bryce Hill
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