Vogue

Get your money fuck these hoes

I used to be that broke young nigga been serving out bowls

Nigga ass came out the bricks how the hell he pose for vouge

I remember my mama told me baby you gon' blow

I can't sell my soul these hoes they gon' want your soul

Member my wrist was G-shock now that bitch been flooded out gold

18 yea we was in them V's got damn my nigga told

Hating on gang like a rocket ship that boy destined to blow

Elon must be on speed dial

Was a good girl turned to a freak now

Let me pop my shit I don't be round