Comme Des Garcons Lyrics

I get a dollar for them talking on my name

I be richer than yo baby daddy working he be lame

Told em put the glocky down an come an knuckle for a fade

Wanna Rolex wit the face an I can't tell the time a day

This ain't a bed an breakfast bitch you cannot stay

Oh you trippin ya u must he sniffing paint

Hella money in my wallet

The way I'm hopping like it's spaulding

Seen he broker than my ex I guess I called it

Hello nice to meet ya my name Breese an I'm an artist

I see she followed an now she get to hearting

I hadda take my shot like 2015 James harden

I ball like

Lombardi

Now they bombarding

Said we dated back up in the day I beg ya pardon

Everything she say is red so it's alarming

Wear expensive garments

I'll shit on every rapper in my city where the charmin

To ride up on my wave it's going fast you need a harness

Huh

Be up in the booth

Huh

Smoking on my ouu

Za

I want a bitch like Betty Boop

Yea we sliding in the coupes tryna get my money up

Huh

Aye

Hadda get it by the two

Gotta get by the deuce

Multiply it by the twenty

You feeling down well shit ain't always sunny

Say u up an can't provide why you acting like than man

That's a move kept for the dummies

You so petty it should really be a crime

And it's really fuckin crazy how u trafficking the lies

I ain't you mud ain't yo slime ain't you nothing

Yea we used to break bread but them days they mean nothing

Fucking wit my hoe an anybody getting poked

Come to family an money an my bitch I'll bring the smoke

If somebody save it'll be the pope

The only thing he says is man you better keep sum hope

Throw a party at my place shit I'm boutta drop the lo

Only thing that be accepted is sum liquor an the hoes

See me breaking every heart like it's Comme Des Garcons

I ain't tryna talk to you cuz u be fucking wit my bro

Whatchu say adds to the fire even tho it's already stoked

I be loving on my bitch even though she do the most

I be loving on my bitch even though she do the most