#YSL Lyrics

Uh yeah jeans to fitted

Came with a bad hoe, walk thru Lenox

I was in the bank had to count dem digits

Two door coupe dis bitch not rented

Uh yeah I'm on that pill, Dunk on that hoe like my name Shaquille

Uh yeah I want a mill, I'm counting money I ain't need no deal

UGH

How does it feel

Tell me, how does it feel

I was up in LA got lost in the hills

Back on the perks and I'm cracking a seal

Back out a xan and I'm popping it EW

She suck it sloppy she topping me YA

Rick on my feet you not having this NO

Got a thick white hoe yea I'm playing in snow

Do everything for me she'll never say no

Got my foot on the pedal this bitch just go

Got my foot on they neck and I'll never let go

I'm swerving the pot this bitch to low

Walk in my closet it's filled up with clothes

Filled up my pockets I'm fucking new hoes

Taking these drugs and I filled up my nose

Reach for the stars yea I'm reaching my goals

Uh yeah jeans to fitted

Came with a bad hoe, walk thru Lenox

I was in the bank had to count dem digits

Two door coupe dis bitch not rented