[Pre-Chorus]
Ho, how much you want me to spend [?]
LA just don't hit the same without your head, LA just don't hit the same without your love, you get it?
Your girl can't buy this bag, It's Issey Miyake

[Chorus]
We spent bankrolls on designer, you had n***as lined up
While I was killing for your love
I love how much you get it, yeah like crack
If it ain't money or mama, bitch, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide just took you to your place
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make
Run that back, bitch it ain't money or mama, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide
How many pics you take?
And I'll nеver judge you for the friеnds you make

[Verse]
Gigi, Gigi, gi- (Wassup, Wassup, Wassup,)
Gigi, Gigi, gi- (Wassup, Wassup)
I ain't hit fashion week it was played out
Imma still hit that bitch with her braids out
Baby we gone stay up till tomorrow, addy up on the way out
Molly Santana, [?]
Hey baby I'm on the way to the show, find your way in, bitch ain't no way out
Stop trying that bitch with that silk press, I let that bitch in cause she been pressed
Riding the black truck, smoke in the black truck, I ain't gunna hear it
I came in this bitch with my racks up, and my mask up, cause I ain't hear it, cause I ain't hear that, cause I ain't hear that
Bitch you link up with your new friends, you wanna get back, not tryna hear that
Just came in with some new chick, fuck with some new shit, baby just sit back
Baby you wanna lose this, for some new bitch, [?]
You and your mom at Balenci', you act like you worried about price tags
You go out your way, link with hoes I dont like I dont like that
Ho, I been detached
I gave you to the game, I'll never get you back
Girl I hope you follow, I'm giving you a chance
They trynna act like a rap n***a, then stab me in the back
Black truck with black sluts, [?]
But she ain't new to yall
[Chorus]
'Cause we spent bankrolls on designer, you had n***as lined up
While I was killing for your love
I love how much you get it, yeah like crack
If it ain't money or mama, bitch, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide just took you to your place
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make
Run that back, bitch it ain't money or mama, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide
How many pics you take?
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make