Hella Clothes
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
No new friends, homie
Only shopping with the bros
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
Never stressing 'bout a female
Never chasing after hoes
I know you never seen before
All this money spent on clothes
Everybody stops and stares
Screaming out "What are those?'
I like the finer things in life
Never stress in paradise
Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh
I spend money on clothes that you never seen before
Half a thousand on this belt 'cause it's Ferragamo
I got that Gucci on my waist
People tell me its a waste like
"Why don't you get a $10 belt from Walmart or something?"
Man that sounds like it's some hate
I do what I want, go get your cake
I came from the bottom, now it's ok
I work too hard, got no time for play
Got no time for play or conversation
'Cause you know I'm always chasin'
First money then education
This my life, y'all boys claymation
That's fake, you're slow
You're scheming on the low
I be living life with no regrets
Consistent with cash flow
If you're tryna ball, let's go to the mall
Head to footlocker and buy them all
If your girlfriend rings, ignore that call
Niggas mad my money's tall
I got a hundred pairs of shoes and damn I never wore them all
Something else I gotta you best believe my closet is full
I got a thousand or so t-shirts
You seen that like "Oh my jeepers!"
And I can't forget my sponsors
Shout out Rudeboy
I stay fitted, huh?
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
No new friends, homie
Only shopping with the bros
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
Never stressing 'bout a female
Never chasing after hoes
I know you never seen before
All this money spent on clothes
Everybody stops and stares
Screaming out "What are those?'
I like the finer things in life
Never stress in paradise
Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh
With hella clothes comes hella shoes
Master 12s or Wing It 2s
Got my Bred 13s by the Guccis
Dub Zeros, they look so icy
Next to shoes that's made by Spike Lee
Grey Toe 13s look so frosty
Bulls Over Broadway
What they cost me?
I don't know, just know they pricey
Like my limited edition Nikes
Hypebeasts, they wanna be just like
Shoe game ain't like mine, not slightly
I come out rocking Son of Mars
Man, everybody stares in awe
I wouldn't be a sneaker head if my shoe game wasn't versatile
Everybody wanna steal my style
Everyday it's a different look
I change up on em just to keep you shook
One day I'll rock some Vans by Crooks
Next day, Supras on my foot
Then back to the Vans
Then my Space Jams
I'm always buying more, get as many as I can
And you could say addiction
But I really just like Fashion homie
People say my clothes are fake
But they just mad their closet is lonely
In designer stores, best believe they know my name
They don't got no bandz for this
I don't got no time for that
But catch me at the mall, homie
Ballin' on your hatin' ass
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
No new friends, homie
Only shopping with the bros
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
Never stressing 'bout a female
Never chasing after hoes
I know you never seen before
All this money spent on clothes
Everybody stops and stares
Screaming out "What are those?'
I like the finer things in life
Never stress in paradise
Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh
I got hella clothes
No new friends, homie
Only shopping with the bros
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
Never stressing 'bout a female
Never chasing after hoes
I know you never seen before
All this money spent on clothes
Everybody stops and stares
Screaming out "What are those?'
I like the finer things in life
Never stress in paradise
Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh
I spend money on clothes that you never seen before
Half a thousand on this belt 'cause it's Ferragamo
I got that Gucci on my waist
People tell me its a waste like
"Why don't you get a $10 belt from Walmart or something?"
Man that sounds like it's some hate
I do what I want, go get your cake
I came from the bottom, now it's ok
I work too hard, got no time for play
Got no time for play or conversation
'Cause you know I'm always chasin'
First money then education
This my life, y'all boys claymation
That's fake, you're slow
You're scheming on the low
I be living life with no regrets
Consistent with cash flow
If you're tryna ball, let's go to the mall
Head to footlocker and buy them all
If your girlfriend rings, ignore that call
Niggas mad my money's tall
I got a hundred pairs of shoes and damn I never wore them all
Something else I gotta you best believe my closet is full
I got a thousand or so t-shirts
You seen that like "Oh my jeepers!"
And I can't forget my sponsors
Shout out Rudeboy
I stay fitted, huh?
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
No new friends, homie
Only shopping with the bros
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
Never stressing 'bout a female
Never chasing after hoes
I know you never seen before
All this money spent on clothes
Everybody stops and stares
Screaming out "What are those?'
I like the finer things in life
Never stress in paradise
Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh
With hella clothes comes hella shoes
Master 12s or Wing It 2s
Got my Bred 13s by the Guccis
Dub Zeros, they look so icy
Next to shoes that's made by Spike Lee
Grey Toe 13s look so frosty
Bulls Over Broadway
What they cost me?
I don't know, just know they pricey
Like my limited edition Nikes
Hypebeasts, they wanna be just like
Shoe game ain't like mine, not slightly
I come out rocking Son of Mars
Man, everybody stares in awe
I wouldn't be a sneaker head if my shoe game wasn't versatile
Everybody wanna steal my style
Everyday it's a different look
I change up on em just to keep you shook
One day I'll rock some Vans by Crooks
Next day, Supras on my foot
Then back to the Vans
Then my Space Jams
I'm always buying more, get as many as I can
And you could say addiction
But I really just like Fashion homie
People say my clothes are fake
But they just mad their closet is lonely
In designer stores, best believe they know my name
They don't got no bandz for this
I don't got no time for that
But catch me at the mall, homie
Ballin' on your hatin' ass
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
No new friends, homie
Only shopping with the bros
I got hella clothes, homie
I got hella clothes
Never stressing 'bout a female
Never chasing after hoes
I know you never seen before
All this money spent on clothes
Everybody stops and stares
Screaming out "What are those?'
I like the finer things in life
Never stress in paradise
Everybody just your friend for the money that you spend, oh
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