Denim Tears Lyrics

Yeah

Designer on me so I'm chill

Yeah these hoes see what I spend

Stacking this money to chill

I ain't tryna be in cotton fields

Wanna get all of my skin

Sippin this pink without a bib

Yeah yea she know how I'm real she know how I'm built

Put that shit on now I'm healed

Real ones know what I wear

Stackin this money to chill

I ain't tryna be in cotton fields

It say I'm her owner in pen

We gone see who gone win

Yeah yea

She know how I'm real she know how I'm built

Riding around with your bitch

Everywhere she go she want my help

When we outside geeked of that drank

We might need something else

Want to hold on to what we made

Bought me a Gucci belt

So damn cold just like my drank

Everything top shelf

Needed bread then I got fronted

Always on go I got her cumin

Boss ass bitch all that I wanted

The vvs over flooded

Lick my teeth I made her want it

Built off of taking risk and hustling

My bitch stronger then my drank

Spit in her mouth and then she drunk it

Wanna know my sign

Told her check a blueface hunnid

Yea she pull up in that shit

Dick was all she wanted

I can't fuck with no broke bitch that be chasin twenties

Every bag I blow it come right back

My bitch gotta ass that come right back

Yea gotta body raised off grits and some people with money

Bag always be open like her pussy

It be swallowing me

Bad bitch wash my clothes

See what I'm missin

Yea she spoiling me

What's that on your clothes

Top and bottom that's a cotton wreath

Hunnids in the bottom you can keep it that's a laundry fee

Cuz we gone pop a bottle

Swipe a card let yo cheeks get beat

Can't do that with these hoes

I be knowing it's the G in me

I do that with these clothes

I be knowing cuz it's built in me

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