beverly
Yeah
Woke up feeling blessed, feeling heavenly
Yeah, yeah, and my shawty straight from Beverly
Yeah, they be talking, I can't tell a thing (no, no)
Yeah, don't know what they tellin' me, yeah (no,no)
At the mall, counting racks out of Neiman Marcus (yeah)
She gon' get attached but I'm young and I'm heartless (eeah)
I was down bad, I was fiendin', I was starvin'
Ain't nobody have my back, now I'm up, they tryna call me
Yeah, you can catch me out in Barney's (Barney's)
Yeah, Prada bag, need a car seat (a car seat)
Yeah, I'ma hit it if she foreign (foreign)
All this kush, it be smellin' like we farted (farted)
Yeah, every coupe is a foreign (it's foreign)
Yeah, hit the gas, I'ma floor it (floor it)
Flip flops, Gucci floral (floral)
Yeah, bad bitches, I ignore 'em (ignore 'em)
So high, so high, I'm losin' focus (focus)
Oh my, oh my, I ain't foldin' (foldin')
Yeah, all these labels know I'm next (know I'm next)
Can't be mad, can't be stressed 'cause I-
Woke up feeling blessed, feeling heavenly
Yeah, yeah, and my shawty straight from Beverly
Yeah, they be talking, I can't tell a thing (no, no)
Yeah, don't know what they tellin' me, yeah (no, no)
At the mall, counting racks out of Neiman Marcus (yeah)
She gon' get attached but I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)
I was down bad, I was fiendin', I was starvin'
Ain't nobody have my back, now I'm up, they tryna call me
Woke up feeling blessed, feeling heavenly
Yeah, yeah, and my shawty straight from Beverly
Yeah, they be talking, I can't tell a thing (no, no)
Yeah, don't know what they tellin' me, yeah (no,no)
At the mall, counting racks out of Neiman Marcus (yeah)
She gon' get attached but I'm young and I'm heartless (eeah)
I was down bad, I was fiendin', I was starvin'
Ain't nobody have my back, now I'm up, they tryna call me
Yeah, you can catch me out in Barney's (Barney's)
Yeah, Prada bag, need a car seat (a car seat)
Yeah, I'ma hit it if she foreign (foreign)
All this kush, it be smellin' like we farted (farted)
Yeah, every coupe is a foreign (it's foreign)
Yeah, hit the gas, I'ma floor it (floor it)
Flip flops, Gucci floral (floral)
Yeah, bad bitches, I ignore 'em (ignore 'em)
So high, so high, I'm losin' focus (focus)
Oh my, oh my, I ain't foldin' (foldin')
Yeah, all these labels know I'm next (know I'm next)
Can't be mad, can't be stressed 'cause I-
Woke up feeling blessed, feeling heavenly
Yeah, yeah, and my shawty straight from Beverly
Yeah, they be talking, I can't tell a thing (no, no)
Yeah, don't know what they tellin' me, yeah (no, no)
At the mall, counting racks out of Neiman Marcus (yeah)
She gon' get attached but I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)
I was down bad, I was fiendin', I was starvin'
Ain't nobody have my back, now I'm up, they tryna call me
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Helms Ii, Oasis -, Coye Sanders
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