Space Coupe

Lyrics

[Intro] Hm-ooh, hm-ooh, hm-hm-ooh, ooh (Tuned up) Drownin' in the money 'bout you Is you pickin' me? You ain't gotta choose When you with me, you might never lose Real designer, ain't no Gucci sandals [Chorus] Space coupe, all in my bag, are you confused? I brought a bag, I ain't goin' to school I know he ain't died, but he made the news She say, "Duvy, you so melodic You always stylin', do you got a stylist?" Got me smokin' the Za', you bring exotic Tell me how you feel, let's talk about it on a island (Yeah) In so deep, what started this? You feel like murder a part of him Hold my pills in your Prada bag Hit couple bitches, I ain't called them back All in my nerves, need to stop that Throwin' it back, I can't hold you back I ain't had shit, have the most cash I seen bricks, what you know about that? [Verse] I'm likin' your flaws, ain't talkin' about your body Whatever I do, you gon' do, you copy Whenever I shoot, bro shoot, not probably I salute who keepin' it real (Real) Why you ain't ask how I feel? (How I feel) I like to drill, that give me a thrill Never wondered why I popped so much pills (Them pills) I'm always thinkin', "Would this hurt ever heal?" (Heal) What you want? Put whatever on your plate (Your plate) I'm eatin' Wagyu, two hundred dollar steak I just spent two hundred racks Murder for her, I'll hunt for your man Brother take stakes, you ain't gettin' it back I make it count, bet my money gon' last Shootin' myself, I ain't leavin' my mask (Mask) And I'm out here, two-four like Kobe Bro play the block like he Shaq (Like Shaq) I know this life come with some static (Some static) And I know the laws might run in Lawyer money in stash I'm makin' it happen, bro fell out fast Free my bros out the feds Woe going schiz', he need his meds Suit and ties, pickin' casts, who's next to die? Up next, who's next to slide? [Chorus] Space coupe, all in my bag, are you confused? I brought a bag, I ain't going to school I know he ain't died, but he made the news She say, "Duvy, you so melodic You always stylin', do you got a stylist?" Got me smokin' the Za', you bring exotic (Bring exotic) Tell me how you feel, let's talk about it on a island (Yeah) In so deep, what started this? You feel like murder a part of him Hold my pills in your Prada bag Hit couple bitches, I ain't called them back All in my nerves, need to stop that Throwin' it back, I can't hold you back I ain't had shit, have the most cash I seen bricks, what you know about that? (About that)