Vintage Fendi Belt Lyrics

Just spent 60 on lunch, I went solo

Golf jacket and my shorts say polo

Yeah, shawty from the Bay, I hit in NoHo

I told her if it's real, tat my logo

At least a snowflake

Even when you being yourself, niggas gonna hate

I need a chick that won't trip to pay on the first date

We can hit the Ranger game and sit over third base

Yeah, nigga like snow, it's hard to replace

I like my watches gold with a colored face

I can tell by your style if you got taste

Vintage Fendi belt hanging up my waist

If I rock designer, then it's mismatch

You got real problems, money can't fix that

Hennessy and Horchata for the kickback

Looking back at it, I really did that

I really did that shit, you feel me?

Nigga went and got it, still trying to get it

Don't think this shit was easy either

We putting in a lot of hard work

Putting in a lot of time

Late night, early grind

But I'ma go back in right here, let me talk my shit

You ain't no street, nigga, don't do street shit

I thank God my dad laced me with that G shit

And my moms made sure I never needed shit

I remember when you said I wouldn't be shit

Independent, I drop when I want

Went to the dealer, copped the coupe I want

I keep it so humble, I should really stunt

But y'all couldn't keep up, cause all y'all do is front

I'm at the Woolworth, just grabbing brunch

A few mimosas, she already drunk

I ain't tripping, it's the life we chose

Just a play-ass nigga named AJ Snow