Believe my lil brother
Didn't see nobody whole last summer
Now we hit Prada
Dripping designer, you know I don't want that

Wait for the come up
Wait till we glisten, I can't wait to glo up
Cash what I count up
Tramadol helps with feelings, so dumb

They didn't take me for real
Maison Margiela, don't ask if it's real
Counting so much it's surreal
You talking 10 thousand then we seal the deal

And you can be talking your shit
I know what's best for me
Talk to me, talk to me
Tell me that you want me