Provë sum

Lyrics

[Intro: Yeat] Yeah, I called up Eliantte, said I need the baguettes in the Cuban Yeah, you talk a whole lot about making that money, boy, you need to prove it [Chorus: Yeat & SeptembersRich] All of my clothes come from Italy, all of my bitches be missing me Yeah, went and got paid, made a new wave, the rest all history That lil' ass band you made ain't shit to me Me and that bitch done had an epiphany Why the fuck that bitch sniffing on Tiffany? I boot off the X 'cause it give me abilities I know he broke, no, it's no tricking me Lil' shawty gon' pull up and get straight to that licking me Five hundred for the Chromе Hearts tee, tucked about ten for thе jeans Yeah, I fell in love with the bean, I got the best and it's no in between [Verse 1: Yeat] Yeah, bitch, your birds gon' tweak, I'm hittin' Bergdorf every week Hop out the Maybach, just had a seat massaging me When I wake up, I'ma take a Perc' before I brush my teeth But they all diamond now, yeah, so I guess I'm flossing creek [Verse 2: SeptembersRich] My diamonds wet, they crying Them diamonds S.I, they not hitting for shit, nobody seeing them shine I just wake up and get high, I don't even think about trying My money stand tall, it's so high, why would I think about signing? Y'all follow the leader, the Simon, Wock' by the liter, four lines I popped a boot up, I live in the clouds, yeah, I'm in the sky [Verse 3: Yeat] I heard they put you on life support 'cause your money was so weak Yeah, I bought the Maybach to get top in it and put the seat down Yeah, all of my money so up, it's Rick on my feet now When that bitch pull up, it's WWE, finna beat down, yeah No Steve Austin, not no OT, ho, Draco hit him, OVO Dive in that bitch from the throat, from the neck up, yeah, 'cause that bitch throat the GOAT I'm finna keep popping my shit, yeah, y'all kids just can't get in We on the side where we win, no S.I, flawless in Yeah, I called up Eliantte, said I need the baguettes in the Cuban Yeah, you talk a whole lot about making that money, boy, you need to prove it [Chorus: Yeat & SeptembersRich] All of my clothes come from Italy, all of my bitches be missing me Yeah, went and got paid, made a new wave, the rest all history That lil' ass band you made ain't shit to me Me and that bitch done had an epiphany Why the fuck that bitch sniffing on Tiffany? I boot off the X 'cause it give me abilities I know he broke, no, it's no tricking me Lil' shawty gon' pull up and get straight to that licking me Five hundred for the Chrome Hearts tee, tucked about ten for the jeans Yeah, I fell in love with the bean, I got the best and it's no in between