Parsa - ibanez Lyrics

My umbrella in the air
Yeah bae I'm being honest
There ain't love in the air
Just hunnids in my pockets

This bitch think ima psychologist
She dumpin' all her trauma on me no I'm not a therapist
In the crib with Tj n' Zombie
Tearin' up they colleges
This bitch ask for attention
I don't even acknowledge
I sip pink like it was coffee
My twin a certified botanist

Balenciaga on my body
I do it for the fashion
They keep smellin' my Versace
I be stayin' in that market
Yea you how I be comin
Me and my bitch kinda quiet but we get turnt if we sip tonic

Bitch there's spiders in ya wallet
If I gave you 20 bands it be too much to handle
Like bro you ass people only want your instrumental
I'm on that highway going crazy put petal to metal

That bitch always wanted to ride in a benz
Tough luck cuz her man can't meet them ends
He not like me, I go inna shop to spend
You copped a gun, but you got nothing to defend

Out eatin benihana with the team
You can't catch me in Amiri
I keep garments in rotation
They be matchin' with my rings
I be ignoring every bitch that on my phone get left on seen
F*ck a driver, Ima sit behind the wheel of limousine

My umbrella in the air
Yeah bae I'm being honest
There ain't love in the air
Just hunnids in my pockets

This bitch think ima psychologist
She dumpin' all her trauma on me no I'm not a therapist
In the crib with Tj n' Zombie
Tearin' up they colleges
This bitch ask for attention
I don't even acknowledge