fabolous
goyard bag
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs  Ew, those some runny eggs I might flex around the world and then I start again I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again And the funny thing is you gon' cuff again Yeah I advise you Stop all the hatin' and you'll make it too Like I done had a situation but I made it through I paid a thousand for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too  Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah, ay Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like I'm a private chef, cook for money yeah Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs  Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag My son told me keep makin' these old farts mad He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad Spittin' like they got it, they on that mission Lookin' different when you see 'em rappers catfishin' Either Barney's, Neiman Marcus, so we Saks Fifthin' Always makin' movies but we never act different, no Never changed up I just leveled up And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up Never spoke on 'em, I won't bring the devil up, no Sometimes sayin' nothin' sayin' somethin' When your money talks now you're sayin' somethin' Ay if you ain't get a message that's a message Look y'all know who the freshest of the freshest  Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like I'm a private chef, cook for money yeah Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs  I've been talkin' to my idol I've been talkin' to my idol Nowadays I feel like I'm my own idol Scratch her off the list like a vinyl Real girl, I don't really like her I just really wanna just spike her (Yeah, yeah) Uh, you know I night ya Hope ya wasn't thinkin' I'mma wife ya  Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin' Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen I'm not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah I be in my bag with no travel Let you be the judge, get the gavel I think if I want you I can have you Every time I pull up on the avenue  Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs