Used To Lyrics

(Not in the pages, but I got a model Vogue'n)

That money comin' in

I got it comin' in

They see me runnin' it

That's why they runnin' in

In Paris with a Huntington

She say she lovin' it

I got them starin' and runnin' after the Cullinan

All night, 'til the lights out

All night, can't pipe down

No vice, shawty iced out

Down right, rich lifestyle

G-wag on pastel

Leave haters like, "Wow'

Just let me know if you comin', I got another one on live dial

No control, pull up, yeah, we gon' hop out a Rolls

Coast to coast

AP, yeah, they know what time I'm on

I know you noticed, the chick that I reposted

Not in the pages, but I got a model Vogue'n

This ain't what you used to

Bel-Air the mood

I switch it up, I might pull up up in that new coupe

She got that ooh, ohh

Shawty movin' too soon

Can't get enough, I know that this ain't what you used to

I'm wakin' up, baddies on baddies, might book a next flight

Double R, Cavalli from Bali, look at the red sky

I told them, "Tally the rallies", we live the best life

She full of Chandon , this gon' be her best night

(Hey)

Nah, she ain't come to play

Say what you want to say

Can't make her run away

She said, "what you done to me?"

Bought all the D'Usse

Top off the Mulsanne

Quake it up, I got the world kickin' like Lui Kang

Aye, Aye

Live like we 'posed to

She woke up in the back seat of my new Roadster

We see the flash gleam, make sure they get a close up

Stole me a bad ting, my wirst gon' dosey doe's her

That shawty hella bad

Ain't have to tell her that

Paparazzi lurkin' while I'm at the helipad

She want another Birkin, "why when you got hella bags?"

We spendin' like it's urgent, why, 'cause we got hella cash

No control, pull up, yeah, we gon' hop out a Rolls

Coast to coast

AP, yeah, they know what time I'm on

I know you noticed, the chick that I reposted

Not in the pages, but I got a model Vogue'n

This ain't what you used to

Bel-Air the mood

I switch it up, I might pull up up in that new coupe

She got that ooh, ohh

Shawty movin' too soon

Can't get enough, I know that this ain't what you used to

Ms. California

She looking gorgeous

Call up a chauffeur

Who's that in that Rover?

Can't keep no composure

I'm skippin' Dober

Popular Loner

Please don't call my phone, yeah

Party 'til the sun down

She got me hooked like Icadari, I be dumbfound

I flood my watch up in them Carti's, this a bussdown

My barbie lucked out

We came from Alizé, it's 'cardi in our cups now

This ain't what you used to

Bel-Air the mood

I switch it up, I might pull up up in that new coupe

She got that ooh, ohh

Shawty movin' too soon

Can't get enough, I know that this ain't what you used to