The Met Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah we in a mansion with a whole lot of racks

I just count this cash

We up at baggage with a whole of bags

This hoe want me bad

This not a jag girl this is a vette

Girl you got me stressed

When only thing I want is sex

Yeah

Only thing I want is checks

These are Rick Owens i don't wear no check

Unless the check

All on my forces then girl

I got to digress

I'm at The Met

That lil hoe that I met

All of my cars they is matte

She think I meant

That I would just go and let

Let her over like that

Bend her over like that

Fuck I broke her back

Yeah

Fuck what you had said

Yeah

All your shit not raf

All yo shit in bags too

I cannot get mad too

This hoe got an attitude

Told that bitch that I'm through

Yeah run that money like times 2

She said I'm so sick, but she don't mean I got the flu

I walk around with all these blues

She wanna get inside my room

She just wanna take pics

I told this hoe its not the move

He a walking lick

Wait his pants wait those is trues

I don't want that shit

You keep walking nigga move

Yeah

That's that bitch that I would choose

She wanna get in my whip

Cuz she see me on the news

Yeah

Yeah we in a mansion with a whole lot of racks

I just count this cash

We up at baggage with a whole of bags

This hoe want me bad

This not a jag girl this is a vette

Girl you got me stressed

When only thing I want is sex

Yeah

Only thing I want is checks

These are Rick Owens I don't wear no check

Unless the check

All on my forces then girl

I got to digress

I'm at The Met

That lil hoe that I met

All of my cars they is matte

She think I meant

That I would just go and let

Let her over like that