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(Ha-ha-ha) (Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the, get the) (It's nothing flashy, spent a hundred, hundred) Huh Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the best sleep (I'm 'bout to get the, get the) I get it fastly, they just can't understand it (just can't understand it) It's nothing flashy, spent a hundred bands on 'em He running past E, I got a full tank on (yeah, yeah, yeah) Exotic coupe, I just took the brains out (I just took the brain rack) Them fake Ricks, I couldn't walk a damn mile I need my space, I just buy a second house (I just buy 'em, damn) Not saying shit, still gon' run that damn mouth We too far apart right now and it's starting to feel too real He touch my guy, we Mortal Kombat finish him Just might be running outta time, but that's okay Sometimes you gotta close your eyes and hope for better I-I-I might just lose my mind if I keep going, money sign I'm probably gon' decline if I don't see mill's, it's gon' get hard But I'm climbing up the mountain for you, bae Show me a time before we found out what we probably could've had Huh, Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the best sleep (I'm 'bout to get the, get the) I get it fastly, they just can't understand it (just can't understand it) It's nothing flashy, spent a hundred bands on 'em He running past E, I got a full tank on (yeah, yeah, yeah) Exotic coupe, I just took the brains out (I just took the brain rack) Them fake Ricks, I couldn't walk a damn mile I need my space, I just buy a second house (I just buy 'em, damn) Not saying shit, still gon' run that damn mouth Huh, go ahead and keep your comments, I'm fine without 'em Whether you like it or not I take a piece of yo' mind and find a way out I am not staying the night He wanna come 'round now, was countin' me out He'll never do that again Been in that fit for three damn months Look like the cat just dragged him in Cayenne Porsche, throw it in sport, I almost lost my lunch Very important, I'm in the store sippin' on sparklin' water, huh Riding the bench, tryna get in, he gotta beg his coach This car got two damn seats, one for me, one for my bad lil' ho Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the best sleep (I'm 'bout to get the, get the) I get it fastly, they just can't understand it (just can't understand it) It's nothing flashy, spent a hundred bands on 'em He running past E, I got a full tank on (yeah, yeah, yeah) Exotic coupe, I just took the brains out (I just took the brain rack) Them fake Ricks, I couldn't walk a damn mile I need my space, I just buy a second house (I just buy 'em, damn) Not saying shit, still gon' run that damn mouth
Writer(s): Ian O'neill Smith, Asmil Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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