Gucci Box

She telling me I got her hooked off my chorus

My eyes on the money, want it long like a forest

Stashing them racks in a Gucci box

I feel like Roddy Ricch, I put the box in the storage

Chrome heart, but get treated like a villain

They mad that you know how to shut off yo feelings

You told me that you a hold me down but you didn't

Summer time acting out like a kid I don't listen

Turning it up I won't cry no more tears

I made it a promise that this is my year