Got U

Fendi, Versace, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Prada
And all of the finer things just know that I gotcha
I'll spend a million on your back even though you got a million in your bag

Let me wake you up with a Starbucks
Foreign whip to Lafayette's for breakfast
You always wanna go out so let's go out
I got a driver for us she'll take you anywhere
Hit the airport one way so long to last year
Get smoked out on the beach then just layout
With all this cash you ain't never gotta worry about a thing
Just copped his & her iPhones and a tiffany's engagement ring
Spent over 20 million pesos on a new house this spring
And the best part you ain't gotta pack nothing

Fendi, Versace, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Prada
Chanel
And all of the finer things just know that I gotcha
I'll spend a million on your back
Even though you got a million in your bag

I wanna show you off
I wanna sit back and brag to all the other bitches
Cause they jealous
Cause I got you, I got you, I got you, yeah

Let me spoil you
Let me show you
Let me flex all over, flex all over you

Hop in the Lambos
You driving with me slow
Your turning everybody's head no matter where we roll
I knew I had a bad one from the gecko
Even before the money
Before these sunny days
Scraping by together
Nothing but light checks
I share these millions cause you're nothing like the rest
Nothing like these other hoes out here
Handbags, all the diamonds, and the rings
Three condos, two mansions, and a handful of properties

Fendi, Versace, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Prada
Chanel
And all of the finer things just know that I gotcha
I'll spend a million on your back
Even though you got a million in your bag

I wanna show you off
I wanna sit back and brag
To all the other bitches cause they jealous
Cause I got you, I got you, I got you, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Wade Brengle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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