Luv Flu

Spend em bands, spend em bands now (spend em)
Spend em bands, on my diamonds, watch em dance now
I flew to Paris, flew to France, now woah
Fashion week, Rick Owens, on my pants (on my)
That's a whole lot of bands (whole lot)
Stack it up, don't make no sense

Bitch I'm sick, I got the love flu
Yeah I'm in love with you
She rock them Prada boots
Hundred round, mag, sit right on it
1K on a tag, Yeah, I'm gon' pop it (yeah, I'm gon' pop it)
Yeah, I'm gon' pop it (yeah, I'm gon pop it)

Spend em bands, spend em bands now (spend em)
Spend em bands, on my diamonds, watch em dance now
I flew to Paris, flew to France, now woah
Fashion week, Rick Owens, on my pants (on my)
That's a whole lot of bands (whole lot)
Stack it up, don't make no sense



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Willer
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