Window Shoppin' (feat. 97. Coast)
I been cooped up lately
Day dreaming about the coupes and the cedes
Out of my league but do you think the e-class
Would get me in her brack?
Money talks, men brag shallow bitches pop tags
I don't mean to talk like this
The way she wear them heels got my knuckles bit
She shallow but the pussy deep
Don't pillow talk yo secrets flood the streets
It's only for a week lil shawty they go back to day 1 shawty
When they reach the top you a perc you exotic
When the hype die down they good up off it
Day dreaming about Neiman only Marcus on the strip
Balling like I'm supposed to designer wrapped around my hip
Can't afford but I'm still hip
Forbes 30 under 30 that's my list
Get some cash out
Santize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
Get some cash out
Santize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
She just want a Birkin bag
No telling what she'll do for that
It's status she craves
She don't know the value of a plain jane
Understand why yo nigga ducking
All you do is complain
6 inch heels and the lingerie
Fenty Robyn all on your face
Told him wire hey ándale
Heard another rapper popping
Can't blame you for playing the game
Was tired of window shopping
Wanted receipts, cards all in your name
Juice was right all you girls are the same
And my ex got you bitches beat crying in a range
Dreaming of simple times while asking for change
Back home blues Pop died before my reign
The fame it don't excite me
See the twinkle in your eyes when the light beams
Tell yo nigga the truth do the right thing
Get some cash out
Sanitize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
Get some cash out
Santize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
I'm gone trade these blues for some new ones
New waves just for you change the mood up
I said I won't lose but I lose touch
When I'm hustling midas touch and I'm gone rub it in
Day dreaming about the coupes and the cedes
Out of my league but do you think the e-class
Would get me in her brack?
Money talks, men brag shallow bitches pop tags
I don't mean to talk like this
The way she wear them heels got my knuckles bit
She shallow but the pussy deep
Don't pillow talk yo secrets flood the streets
It's only for a week lil shawty they go back to day 1 shawty
When they reach the top you a perc you exotic
When the hype die down they good up off it
Day dreaming about Neiman only Marcus on the strip
Balling like I'm supposed to designer wrapped around my hip
Can't afford but I'm still hip
Forbes 30 under 30 that's my list
Get some cash out
Santize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
Get some cash out
Santize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
She just want a Birkin bag
No telling what she'll do for that
It's status she craves
She don't know the value of a plain jane
Understand why yo nigga ducking
All you do is complain
6 inch heels and the lingerie
Fenty Robyn all on your face
Told him wire hey ándale
Heard another rapper popping
Can't blame you for playing the game
Was tired of window shopping
Wanted receipts, cards all in your name
Juice was right all you girls are the same
And my ex got you bitches beat crying in a range
Dreaming of simple times while asking for change
Back home blues Pop died before my reign
The fame it don't excite me
See the twinkle in your eyes when the light beams
Tell yo nigga the truth do the right thing
Get some cash out
Sanitize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
Get some cash out
Santize it
Throw it back out
Shawty ringing on the line
Thought I pressed decline
Now she singing in the background
I'm gone trade these blues for some new ones
New waves just for you change the mood up
I said I won't lose but I lose touch
When I'm hustling midas touch and I'm gone rub it in
Credits
Writer(s): Esther Benoit
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