CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Ricky N Vlone

Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same sh*t
Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic
This an angelic flow, n***a, you ain't make this
If it's not USD, you can't make a payment
Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky
I already know that she gon' waste my time
And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime
Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine

You look at my jeans and it say Number (N)ine
And they be like "Tec', you repeating your lines"
And they ain't get that sh*t, had to say it two times
Used to think when I'm famous what it's finna be like

Eater, eatеr, eater
Shawty wanna be a еater, freak on me, yeah
No, I can't keep her, she a dubski
I might take you overtime, we goin' OT
I might take you overseas
Took your b*t*h, yeah, we goin' Belize
She say she love me, boy, I cannot believe
I told her turn around, that fatty, I squeeze
That b*t*h, she on her knees, she givin' me–, eh
Brodie on his block, he gon' let it squeeze
n***as sharin' b*t*hes, y'all be dirty
Oh, you on that block gettin' dirty money
Remember when they wasn't f**kin' with me