Shorty
Birkin Bags,
grab some Gucci she likes finer things,
dressed in black,
when I'm with her gotta spend a rack,
curly hair,
slim thic she got all of that,
hit it right,
she gon come back to me every night,
break the limit,
when you see us we gon speed right past,
get the cash,
blow a bag,
make it back stupid fast
only with me cause she knows I buy her expensive tags,
ain't no need to front,
I live lavish and I'm proud of that
She my shorty,
she not average you cant handle that,
Romanoff MCU like her name is Nat,
on the floor she do the most with all that ass,
all these hoes want my love but I don't get attached,
all these goofies want some bands,
but I dont give my racks out,
these hoes now trynna chill,
just so they don't feel left out,
you be caught up in the fame,
and I'm just trynna chill out
been trynna help the fam,
been trynna help my momma out,
just trynna help my momma out,
trynna help my momma out,
trynna help my momma out
(yah)
Birkin Bags,
grab some Gucci she likes finer things,
dressed in black,
when I'm with her gotta spend a rack,
curly hair,
slim thic she got all of that,
hit it right,
she gon come back to me every night,
break the limit,
when you see us we gon speed right past,
get the cash,
blow a bag,
make it back stupid fast
only with me cause she knows I buy her expensive tags,
ain't no need to front,
I live lavish and I'm proud of that
I been on the fam love,
forget about the hoe love,
get the cheese,
get the bands,
cause I don't really have enough,
tell her that I gotta go,
I aint got no time for love,
never switch up on the bros,
always gon be showing love,
you know me I'm lit,
I'm boutta turn my city up,
I'm trynna get rich,
I want my chains VV'D up
got love for the cars,
I'm trynna sit in Bentley trucks,
steady on my grind,
no options of giving up,
no options of giving up,
Birkin Bags,
grab some Gucci she likes finer things,
dressed in black,
when I'm with her gotta spend a rack,
curly hair,
slim thic she got all of that,
hit it right,
she gon come back to me every night,
break the limit,
when you see us we gon speed right past,
get the cash,
blow a bag,
make it back stupid fast
only with me cause she knows I buy her expensive tags,
ain't no need to front,
I live lavish and I'm proud of that
grab some Gucci she likes finer things,
dressed in black,
when I'm with her gotta spend a rack,
curly hair,
slim thic she got all of that,
hit it right,
she gon come back to me every night,
break the limit,
when you see us we gon speed right past,
get the cash,
blow a bag,
make it back stupid fast
only with me cause she knows I buy her expensive tags,
ain't no need to front,
I live lavish and I'm proud of that
She my shorty,
she not average you cant handle that,
Romanoff MCU like her name is Nat,
on the floor she do the most with all that ass,
all these hoes want my love but I don't get attached,
all these goofies want some bands,
but I dont give my racks out,
these hoes now trynna chill,
just so they don't feel left out,
you be caught up in the fame,
and I'm just trynna chill out
been trynna help the fam,
been trynna help my momma out,
just trynna help my momma out,
trynna help my momma out,
trynna help my momma out
(yah)
Birkin Bags,
grab some Gucci she likes finer things,
dressed in black,
when I'm with her gotta spend a rack,
curly hair,
slim thic she got all of that,
hit it right,
she gon come back to me every night,
break the limit,
when you see us we gon speed right past,
get the cash,
blow a bag,
make it back stupid fast
only with me cause she knows I buy her expensive tags,
ain't no need to front,
I live lavish and I'm proud of that
I been on the fam love,
forget about the hoe love,
get the cheese,
get the bands,
cause I don't really have enough,
tell her that I gotta go,
I aint got no time for love,
never switch up on the bros,
always gon be showing love,
you know me I'm lit,
I'm boutta turn my city up,
I'm trynna get rich,
I want my chains VV'D up
got love for the cars,
I'm trynna sit in Bentley trucks,
steady on my grind,
no options of giving up,
no options of giving up,
Birkin Bags,
grab some Gucci she likes finer things,
dressed in black,
when I'm with her gotta spend a rack,
curly hair,
slim thic she got all of that,
hit it right,
she gon come back to me every night,
break the limit,
when you see us we gon speed right past,
get the cash,
blow a bag,
make it back stupid fast
only with me cause she knows I buy her expensive tags,
ain't no need to front,
I live lavish and I'm proud of that
Credits
Writer(s): Enrique D'souza
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