CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Supreme Underwear
What, what?
Cha-ching, cha-ching
What, what?
Okay, mm, c'mon
Shoutout to the hustlers
Tryna get the cash (Cha-ching)
Gold on they teeth, Evisu on they a** (What?)
He got the big drip, yeah, that's what I like to see (Mhm)
Great hair and a great personality
Reachin' for the stars, lookin' back at me (What?)
Smile for the pic, for the gram like cheese
I got my own bread, I ain't gotta say please
He got his Louis V sleeves wrapped around me
I don't f**k with broke a** boys
I'm annoyed, yeah, f**k that noise
I'm not a creep
Oh, I promise, oh, I swear
But when you reached
I saw your Supreme underwear
Don't take it wrong
I promisе it's alright
You spend money on your undies
And I think that's rеally nice
He not a broke boy, he not a broke boy
He get the money he run it up on his own boy
He gotta' big flex, Bape on the coat boy
I know you broke, pants held up by a rope boy
What's the deal? Go chase a bag (Go chase it)
You a bum boy, I can see you mad (You mad)
Run it up, just to run it back
Keep the coin all up in the sack
I don't f**k with broke a** boys
I'm annoyed, yeah, f**k that noise
I'm not a creep
Oh, I promise, oh, I swear
But when you reached
I saw your Supreme underwear
Don't take it wrong
I promise it's alright
You spend money on your undies
And I think that's really nice
Cha-ching, cha-ching
What, what?
Okay, mm, c'mon
Shoutout to the hustlers
Tryna get the cash (Cha-ching)
Gold on they teeth, Evisu on they a** (What?)
He got the big drip, yeah, that's what I like to see (Mhm)
Great hair and a great personality
Reachin' for the stars, lookin' back at me (What?)
Smile for the pic, for the gram like cheese
I got my own bread, I ain't gotta say please
He got his Louis V sleeves wrapped around me
I don't f**k with broke a** boys
I'm annoyed, yeah, f**k that noise
I'm not a creep
Oh, I promise, oh, I swear
But when you reached
I saw your Supreme underwear
Don't take it wrong
I promisе it's alright
You spend money on your undies
And I think that's rеally nice
He not a broke boy, he not a broke boy
He get the money he run it up on his own boy
He gotta' big flex, Bape on the coat boy
I know you broke, pants held up by a rope boy
What's the deal? Go chase a bag (Go chase it)
You a bum boy, I can see you mad (You mad)
Run it up, just to run it back
Keep the coin all up in the sack
I don't f**k with broke a** boys
I'm annoyed, yeah, f**k that noise
I'm not a creep
Oh, I promise, oh, I swear
But when you reached
I saw your Supreme underwear
Don't take it wrong
I promise it's alright
You spend money on your undies
And I think that's really nice
