Rick Owens
You know you the only one, without the funds
Rick Owens long sleeve with the Air Force ones
Smokin on the gas, while touchin' on her buns
She wanna hang with the crew, so I make her do my runs
No I don't want friends, nah they not wit it
Happy with livin' by there means, I don't get it
Want the whole world and ain't gon' stop till it's mine
Stay high all the time, with the nine she come fitted
Got a lil bitch she gon' rock, fuck that lil bitch she in shock
Whip in drive, pick up the homies and cruise up and down the block
If you think we gon' hide, won't even see us comin' hit you with the glock
Boy said he down to ride, but will switch up so fast it's like he really opp
You know you don't got the bread, yeah bitch you cappin
Designer on me like I spent my whole life trappin
Workin everyday, earnin' my spot on the map an
You won't see me quit, yeah we hustle make shit happen
Just finished smoking a whole ounce, yeah I'm faded
Bro wanted a hit, and it left that boy jaded
Asking me for money, cause you think we are related
Better get yourself a job, bitch you really need upgradin
Yeah poppin' bottles, with the models in the club
Thick lil bitch, rollin boof in the hot tub
Had me locked up in may, had to fight for the love
Thought I was never gettin out, but now I fly like a dove
Bitch I fly like a bird, this ain't nothin you've heard
You really thought you was number one, but you comin' in third
Damn and you really thought you was done, that's why nothin occurred
Wonder why your girl with me, I'm just preferred
Rick Owens long sleeve with the Air Force ones
Smokin on the gas, while touchin' on her buns
She wanna hang with the crew, so I make her do my runs
No I don't want friends, nah they not wit it
Happy with livin' by there means, I don't get it
Want the whole world and ain't gon' stop till it's mine
Stay high all the time, with the nine she come fitted
Got a lil bitch she gon' rock, fuck that lil bitch she in shock
Whip in drive, pick up the homies and cruise up and down the block
If you think we gon' hide, won't even see us comin' hit you with the glock
Boy said he down to ride, but will switch up so fast it's like he really opp
You know you don't got the bread, yeah bitch you cappin
Designer on me like I spent my whole life trappin
Workin everyday, earnin' my spot on the map an
You won't see me quit, yeah we hustle make shit happen
Just finished smoking a whole ounce, yeah I'm faded
Bro wanted a hit, and it left that boy jaded
Asking me for money, cause you think we are related
Better get yourself a job, bitch you really need upgradin
Yeah poppin' bottles, with the models in the club
Thick lil bitch, rollin boof in the hot tub
Had me locked up in may, had to fight for the love
Thought I was never gettin out, but now I fly like a dove
Bitch I fly like a bird, this ain't nothin you've heard
You really thought you was number one, but you comin' in third
Damn and you really thought you was done, that's why nothin occurred
Wonder why your girl with me, I'm just preferred
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Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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