Late Nite
High top kicks I'm with a
Yea Margiela and Rick
Bitch it's really me
Know these niggas envy me
Cause they bitch is into me
Tryna drain my energy
I got YSL jeans
My bitch a Chanel queen
Nothin you can tell me
Hit his hoe on a late night
Two hoes fightin in my bed
Told them bitches play nice
Man that nigga had me dead
Saw him rockin fake ice
Countin so much fuckin bread
Like I did a bank heist
I got some Givenchy on
I ain't worried bout no hoe cause I got plenty dawg
Got Versace drawers on that's what she feelin on
And these niggas takin' all my swag what the fuck is up with that
What the fuck is up with that
Yea and if my gang say its up
Then it's up
Got this drank marinatin in my cup
Remember when they showed no love yea
Now I'm ballin way too hard I pass that hoe to my cuz
Me and my gang goin way too hard these hoes wanna fuck on us
Put that shit goin way too far but I'm not in a rush
Bitch it's really me
Know these niggas envy me
Cause they bitch is into me
Tryna drain my energy
I got YSL jeans
My bitch a Chanel queen
Nothin you can tell me
Hit his hoe on a late night
Two hoes fightin in my bed
Told them bitches play nice
Man that nigga had me dead
Saw him rockin fake ice
Countin so much fuckin bread
Like I did a bank heist
Yea Margiela and Rick
Bitch it's really me
Know these niggas envy me
Cause they bitch is into me
Tryna drain my energy
I got YSL jeans
My bitch a Chanel queen
Nothin you can tell me
Hit his hoe on a late night
Two hoes fightin in my bed
Told them bitches play nice
Man that nigga had me dead
Saw him rockin fake ice
Countin so much fuckin bread
Like I did a bank heist
I got some Givenchy on
I ain't worried bout no hoe cause I got plenty dawg
Got Versace drawers on that's what she feelin on
And these niggas takin' all my swag what the fuck is up with that
What the fuck is up with that
Yea and if my gang say its up
Then it's up
Got this drank marinatin in my cup
Remember when they showed no love yea
Now I'm ballin way too hard I pass that hoe to my cuz
Me and my gang goin way too hard these hoes wanna fuck on us
Put that shit goin way too far but I'm not in a rush
Bitch it's really me
Know these niggas envy me
Cause they bitch is into me
Tryna drain my energy
I got YSL jeans
My bitch a Chanel queen
Nothin you can tell me
Hit his hoe on a late night
Two hoes fightin in my bed
Told them bitches play nice
Man that nigga had me dead
Saw him rockin fake ice
Countin so much fuckin bread
Like I did a bank heist
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Writer(s): Dwayne Williams
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