CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Vibe

Yeah I came up with this
Angel boys, yea it be the clique
Triple 4, please don't call me Nic
Balenciaga shoes and my denim Rick

Talking Owens
Take your B I know she hoeing
14 karat gold glowing
And my tennis chain is snowing

She a freak, wanna take me to her house
Hang with rats so you a mouse
Couple hundred in my mouth
I got it out the south

Tired of waiting
Roll me up a wood, Staying sane by getting faded
Please stay in yo lane, I'm so sick of being hated
Don’t care about fame, I wanna tell my bros we made it

Grind hard, I need a check
Fine broad, yea she give me neck
Henny boy, I'm not sipping tech
Geeked up, pray to God I don't wreck

Gotta have it
Chasing guap, that’s a habit
And you know we never stagnant
For the money, I got magnets

Angel boys
And my pockets taking roids
Laferrari, need some toys
I ain't with the opioids

I ain't taking pills, I can’t do it
Angel boy from outer space, I promise i'm not human
Smooth with the women, don't confuse me for Cupid
Always dreamed big, but you know my dreams lucid

Pull up rocking Bally, I got Bs on me
Gucci on my belt, we some G’s homie
Chanel, I got double C’s on me
Money by my side I could never even seem lonely