Saint Laurent Lyrics

When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent

Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on

Touching a milli for my future son

Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond

Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on

My music setup, that shit cost me a arm

Money, yeah money, I give it my all

No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow

When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent

Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on

Touching a milli for my future son

Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond

Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on

My music setup, that shit cost me a arm

Money, yeah money, I give it my all

No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow

Stealing your girl, yeah, man, that's what I'm on

Controlling the world, yeah, man that's what I'm on

Diamonds and pearls, yeah, man that's what I'm on

Move like a squirrel, yeah, man that's what I'm on

Gotta have money if you want some fun

He scared of money, so nigga gone run

Got a Toyota, that shit cost a ton

You said I lost, but I already won

He shot his shot at this girl and he bricked many times that, that nigga could build me a House

I took this girl on a date, then we went to my crib and I told her to take off her blouse

Two years ago, niggas hated my music, now niggas just love it, man, what's that about?

Don't you come up to me, don't even fuck with me, you wanna hang for the money and Clout

Yeah, I'm a ten out of ten

And she a ten out of ten

I'm scoring ten out of ten

I'm getting win after win

Yeah, I'm just better, I'm better than you, lil nigga, don't mean to offend

Yeah, I ain't cuffin' that hoe, I ain't lovin' that hoe, I just pass to a friend

When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent

Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on

Touching a milli for my future son

Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond

Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on

My music setup, that shit cost me a arm

Money, yeah money, I give it my all

No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow

When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent

Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on

Touching a milli for my future son

Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond

Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on

My music setup, that shit cost me a arm

Money, yeah money, I give it my all

No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow

Count with the money counter, that shit beep

She got nice toes, so ice out her feet

Got a fat ass, so I gave her my seed

Screaming and screaming, she begging me please

Rich and the fame, man, yeah, I want I want piece

Trip to Miami, I'm bringing the heat

Separate them like Robert E. Lee

I way too different man, I'm too elite

My name is Chris, man, that start with a C

Turn her to water, she wet like the sea

Feeling like Gunna, man, I'm way too P

I'll pull your girl while I'm wearing a T

Ain't in the streets, but I still got the key

Niggas be bittin' off me like a flea

Said that I'm chosen, so I gotta lead

Prices went up, so I'm charging a fee