Whateva Lyrics

Blow a bag on designer, man, that shit whatever

Got a model tryna be my 'lil Cinderella

Bitch, whatever

Look at how I'm livin, I could pick whoever

She a certified freak, tryna rip my denim

She like"can I bring some friends?"

I'm like, bitch whatever

I'm gon' pick who wetter

Then gon' hit you never

Diamonds dancin, VVS's look like Interstellar

My whole fit Margiela, couple bands

That shit whatever

One of one, ain't no catchin' up to me

I promise that

Bitch like geekin' up, okay

Guess who brought that party pack?

I don't fuck with fanned out niggas

Can't sign autographs

Bitch, I'm in that fast lane

You fuck 'round have a heart attack

Rockin' archive artifacts

Bad bitch, she like all black and Ed Hardy bags

Diamonds on me wetter than a water raft

Rich hoe from L.A

Like"you tryna hop on this charter jet?"

Shit, whatever

I might catch that flight because I miss the weather

I be back and forth so much

They startin' to think I live in Ella

All that hatin' you gon' be a bitch forever

Man, that shit whatever

Man, that shit whatever

Blow a bag on designer, man, that shit whatever

Got a model tryna be my 'lil Cinderella

Bitch, whatever

Look at how I'm livin, I could pick whoever

She a certified freak, tryna rip my denim

She like"can I bring some friends?"

I'm like, bitch whatever

I'm gon' pick who wetter

Then gon' hit you never

Diamonds dancin, VVS's look like Interstellar

My whole fit Margiela, couple bands

That shit whatever