Paris Fashion Week Lyrics

Who you know, made it out and stunt like this

Yellow diamonds on my neck, your jewelry ain't on shit

All that flexin' for the gram, got you broke as a bitch

I just took this nigga hoe down, I'm yellin pick six

Real expensive lingo, that ain't no cap, I like to spend it

Biggest nigga in it, if it's regular, I call it midget

I ain't nothin' like these niggas, they gon be poppin' banks at 50

I just fucked my favorite actress, I lied and told her that I know 50

I keep my face card clean, cause I seen how they did Diddy

Tryna get that baseball cheese, I'm talkin a million in a minute Panoramic roof, baby, come fuck me in the spaceship

I spent Christmas at Magic, they call me Santa at the day shift

I been runnin' through these IG hoes, it just don't make sense

Always pop out with a bad bitch, she gonna make friends

See a opp do em bad right there, don't make amends

It feel good to go, Ricky Fit, used to go Citi Trends

It feel good to go, foreign whip, used to go City Transit

Got the money, put it in my gang, no one felt abandoned

Can't one nigga say he gave me shit, Got it off a chances

Yo bitch for the streets she ate my D

I think she's so romantic

Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit

Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit

Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

I call my shooter, Mad Max, he keep a drum in every pocket

I told that nigga don't bring the Drake

He think I'm playin', but I ain't Joshin Call me Mr. Clean, any nigga in my field, I wash em

Rollin' off a bean, shawty just left the

crib and forgot her esophagus

Big ass boots, call me the biggest stepper

They Balenciaga, niggas don't wanna beef with me no more

They know I fuck their momma

The run I'm on right now is kinda crazy

But bet I do a proper

Paris Fashion Week

Got these model bitches lookin' star-struck

Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit

Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

Walk up in the bank, make a big deposit

Tell the teller, I'm sorry, baby, I forgot to count it

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet

You ain't gettin no money if you can stuff it in your wallet