YSL all on me
I got that fashion on me
Bad lil' bitch, she a thick lil' thing and she put that thing on me
500 just for some Givenchy slides and it ain't a thing to me

Yeah

I spend it every day
Make money anyway
I'm just fucking on your bitch
She be tryna call me bae

Tell her to have a nice day
Yeah, I always get my way
Change the weather, make it rain
They ain't never felt my pain

They ain't never felt my pain
Long nights in the rain
Going through them days
Now I'm really going up, I don't give a fuck about what you say

Now a n***a gеtting paid
Back then they used to hatе
Now I made my momma proud with this music shit going crazy
You gotta put hella hours, ain't no time to be lazy
Run it up a million times and cop an AMG Mercedes
I need the whole pint of Wockhardt to keep me medicated
Roll up that fresh pack of za, get me faded
Elevating
Celebrating
Trying to replicate it
They won’t make it

YSL keep me fly
You can't never get too high
I'm going through the sky
I lost sense of time
I will never change my mind
Already know it's my time
Rock out day and night
You can't stop my grind