Off White
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White Two bad bitches with me and they both dyke
But tonight they said they both trying to take pipe A zip of loud up in this bitch I'm bout to take flight
Yeah, you know I be swerving once I get on the track Yeah, I got em nervous, might hit his bitch from the back
Yeah, I said you know that's that rapper shit Cause I ain't into fucking niggas, chicks I just like talking shit
Yeah, I'm dripping swag Off-White on my ass Pockets bustin' out the seam, they stacked full of cash
Try and rob and, that's your ass, I'm strapped with a mag Try and rob and, that's your ass, I'm strapped with a mag
They see them diamonds, how they dance, it's making them mad Paparazzi cameras flash while I'm smoking that gas
That Versace, give it a splash, coupe digital dash Dropped out of school, chasing a bag, now I'm doing the math
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White All Off-White, All Off-White
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White Two bad bitches with me and they both dyke
But tonight they said they both trying to take pipe A zip of loud up in this bitch I'm bout to take flight
Yeah, you know I be swerving once I get on the track Yeah, I got em nervous, might hit his bitch from the back
Yeah, I said you know that's that rapper shit Cause I ain't into fucking niggas, chicks I just like talking shit
Yeah, I'm dripping swag Off-White on my ass Pockets bustin' out the seam, they stacked full of cash
Try and rob and, that's your ass, I'm strapped with a mag Try and rob and, that's your ass, I'm strapped with a mag
They see them diamonds, how they dance, it's making them mad Paparazzi cameras flash while I'm smoking that gas
That Versace, give it a splash, coupe digital dash Dropped out of school, chasing a bag, now I'm doing the math
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White Yeah, I got my Yeezy's on with my Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White And I got all my money all Off-White
All Off-White, All Off-White All Off-White, All Off-White
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Writer(s): Ronald Outlaw
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