I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it

I don't like that shit

Tsh, yeah (Fa)

Goat activity, goat translation (Fa)

Franchise player (Meech)

Yeah (Yeah)

I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it

Too much bitch in your blood, you can't fight it

Niggas hoes, they don't live what they typing

If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited

Why would I give a fuck what you feel or how you thinking?

I said it, I mean it, you broke, we ain't linking

Upper class when I'm seated

This car fully loaded, the simple in the seater

Ayy, I don't live with regrets

if you left, then it's best (Gone)

These VVS's, they'll pass every test

SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet

We ain't even make it home, she just sitting there wet

You look at me and see a check

I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats

Everybody know I'm next

Niggas ain't help me, so they got they ass left

When me and gang get hungry, shit, we go and eat the best

Hard times came, shit, I took it like a champ

Where the fuck was you when the wall was my back?

That bitch hurt my feelings, so I put her in a rap

Now a nigga really up and I'll never take her back

I got a model, pink toe, now she blow my whole sack

It's a thousand on my drawers, you take your Nike Tech back

I got a bin you can use, I promise you'll make a Scat

Everything that I claim, shit, I got it on attack

Stopped answering her calls 'cause she got too attached

Know it's a thousand for this Goose

and three hundred for the hat

You a lame to me, nigga, so your ass getting taxed

Couple shots and he hit, he couldn't even shoot back

A lil' money and some clout, nigga, you'll sell your soul

I got money and clout, ain't nobody put me on

Bought a hundred pack from Meech

'cause I pulled a hundred phones

Heated seats in the back, you be riding around cold

Nigga, I collect cars, nigga, you collect Foams

You hit the road with some cards, make sure you make it home

I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it (Wow)

Too much bitch in your blood, you can't fight it (Wow)

Niggas hoes, they don't live what they typing (Wow)

If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited

Why would I give a fuck what you feel or how you thinking?

I said it, I mean it, you broke, we ain't linking

Upper class when I'm seated

This car fully loaded, the simple in the seater

Ayy, I don't live with regrets

if you left, then it's best (Gone)

These VVS's, they'll pass every test

SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet (Skrrt)

We ain't even make it home, she just sitting there wet

You look at me and see a check

I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats

Everybody know I'm next

(Meech)

Tsh, I got dog shit in my

Yeah

Simple on the seater