Got it on Smash
(OG Parker
)
Huh? She whisperin’ all in my ear
I’m thinkin’ ’bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I’m pullin’ up fly
Even if it’s no cameras there
I don’t own a Benz, I swear
‘Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier
Started gettin’ my bands up in the mansions
Livin’ like I’m the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin’ for love anymore
‘Cause that sh#t don’t belong in here
You told me go to Hell ’cause I was drivin’ you crazy
b#tch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gеar
Yeah, stackin’ up money like Jеnga and Legos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco
Back of the crib look like mini Barbados
Losin’ my friends every day, I’m okay, though
It’s been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two flats on a Maybach
Money got n#gg#s thinkin’ I changed
Why are you makin’ this so complicated?
I could buy you a new #ss, just say that
Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then
Still got b#tches that owe me some favors
Know a young n#gg# got racks, baby
Diamonds go blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can’t make my sauce
, I got too much flavor
No overexaggeratin’
Don’t feel embarrassed
I was flippin’ your b#tch in the air
Fifty on the veneers
Could’ve bought like a hundred Monclers
I can’t even sleep
The thirties be helpin’ me concentrate
She throwin’ it back
In the back of my mind, I’m like, “What if the condom break?”
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