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Dom Corleo
Dom Corleo
Vocals
Highway
Highway
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Addison Rineer
Addison Rineer
Songwriter
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Mekhi Rogers
Mekhi Rogers
Songwriter
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Henney
Henney
Producer
Rafmade
Rafmade
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Lyrics

Told her I'ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself Please don't ask me what it's costing, I don't even know myself I bought it, I ain't had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell Put it on now I'm flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper Put that shit on and it's wet like umbrella Pick her up and she wet like umbrella Dropped the ho' off, I don't know what to tell her Walk in the bank and I'm cool with the teller I got a T on my bag and that's Teflar And I know what up so I'ma go far I got my money and I went far Rock out a show, bitch, I'ma go hard Got a G on me and that's for Goyard Yeah, Goyard bag, rocking them Goyard tags Double B I took the Goyard back Ksubi jeans without the Saks Fifth tag 'Cause I bought it at Neiman's Bitch, I'm so cold like anemic Told that bitch that I love her with no feeling Showed her I'm off of the drugs when I'm feeling Huh, huh, huh, bitch, I feel like money, huh, I feel like hundreds (whoa bitch) And I feel that coming, huh, feel that money Told the bad bitch I feel like money Told the ho' she ain't getting none from me Told the ho' she ain't getting none dummy Yeah, I'm popping my shit, going dummy I'm geeking up, I'm going junky (I'm geeking up, I'm going junky) My thot, she wanna pay some to touch me Flawless set diamonds my earring, I had to go bust out my racks I'm tired of rocking the Rick I'm stocking that shit, bitch, just fuck all that shit My clothes so tight fuckin' this shit We know you won't bust, boy, tuck in your shit You on the bus and I'm vrooming with this shit I know you rhyming but we doing this shit Gone off the geek looking stupid as shit Jump in the crowd for amusement and shit (Yeah, you know that I did) Addicted to drugs, money, and sex (And sex) This money, it get a bitch wet Ain't nothing, I told the bitch, "Yeah" So sorry, I had a bitch, yeah I'm so up, not average I'm smoking your boy, not passing him We did a lil' thing on the camera I made that bitch sing like Told her I'ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself Please don't ask me what it's costing, I don't even know myself I bought it, I ain't had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell Put it on now I'm flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper Put that shit on and it's wet like umbrella Pick her up and she wet like umbrella Dropped the ho' off, I don't know what to tell her Walk in the bank and I'm cool with the teller I got a T on my bag and that's Teflar And I know what up so I'ma go far I got my money and I went far Rock out a show, bitch, I'ma go hard Got a G on me and that's for Goyard
Writer(s): Douglas Ford, Addison Rineee, Mekhi Rogers, Dom Corleo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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