Yves Saint Laurent Lyrics

Bitch been counting paper up, been counting paper.

Watch how you move, the drac got a laser

Baby your nigga a bitch, he carry a taser

Run the whole game in these Balenci ravers

Two seater coupe, skkrt off, bitch see you later.

Niggas playing both sides and it's cool

Boy don't talk on my name, you gon lose

How you flexing that shit but it's Fu

My shit cost me a lick , Christian Lou

Grab a seat cut a brick up or two

How you talk with no racks you a fool

Got 5 bitches I can't even choose

I'm wit Big herc I can never lose

Spit my pain on a beat and get paid from it

You can't do it if you don't get paid from it

And you tryna catch up you too late on it

I took Givenchy linen and Laid on it

Treat these rappers like bitches and play wit em

At the table I can't share a plate wit em

I got brick city shooters I stay wit em

With my Fanta and you know it stay muddy

And we here bout that Money not play buddy

Told that bitch to go home cause I been nutted