Lookbook

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] Huh, huh, huh, huh, this how I get off Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off [Chorus] Huh, I shop from a lookbook, I don't go to the mall And I done made so much money, I just might start playin' golf I'm servin' X, molly red, and you know that shit all raw I'm way too high, I don't want no head, baby, I can't get off soft She suck me, suck me 'til I'm dead, she got me pushin' her off me Hundred K, yeah, that's what that new AP cost me Plain jane, yeah, that lil' bitch goin' in the vault I shine with no jewelry on, I'm a real rockstar [Verse] I don't even got to have no jewelry on, bitch, look at my car And these niggas still got Amiri on, they won't make it far I got a new bae, ayy, I met her at the bar She got a big booty and her titties bustin' out her bra We 'bout to make a movie, yeah, yeah, you gon' be the star I was eatin' ramen noodles and shit, now I'm shoppin' in Bora Bora And I drop bags at the store I drop a bag on my bitch, I drop a bag on my whore I drop a bag on my fit, I'm droppin' bags, I'm the shit Chanel vintage on the kid, Rick Owens, bitch, I'm him Marni on my feet but you really can't see 'em 'Cause these Balenciaga denim And they saggin' 'cause I stuffed my racks up in 'em This my swag, yeah, Ken Carson, X, yeah, yeah She jetlaggin' 'cause she off the G6 pill I was braggin' when I made my first couple mill' I swear I love money, that's the only way I get a thrill Pink twenties, pink fifties, blue hundreds, yeah, yeah, yeah That's just how I get off All I talk about is money, I got a money talk She dripped in designer, she got a money walk Five hundred just for a line-up, my barber overchargin' [Pre-Chorus] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, this how I get off Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off [Chorus] Huh, I shop from a lookbook, I don't go to the mall And I done made so much money, I just might start playin' golf I'm servin' X, molly red, and you know that shit all raw I'm way too high, I don't want no head, baby, I can't get off soft She suck me, suck me 'til I'm dead, she got me pushin' her off me Hundred K, yeah, that's what that new AP cost me Plain jane, yeah, that lil' bitch goin' in the vault I shine with no jewelry on, I'm a real rockstar