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Helmut Lang Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Woke up, countin' cash
Helmut Lang, fuck it throw it on the tab
Just left the tailor I still like that fitted swag
Jeans they sag
Hell yeah I know they mad
Niggas copy and paste like they robotic
I don't talk bout that shit cause I don't know bout it
Bitch I do what I do I don't post bout it
She a pretty down bit and she homebody
I might fuck around and just make her mine
I'm rollin up stank and she feeding me grapes while I'm discussing my business plans
Ain't wanna talk when it hit the fan
I lay down a verse and I count a ten
I make all my tracks and I load em' in
I could sell em' all and then make some M's
I just wanted to ball now I'm in the gym
Presidential whip I pull up with them tints
Niggas act like bitches sending hints
Out here tellin lies, I ain't worried I ain't phased none
Versace on my eyes, I stay geeked up like an Asian
Vintage leather jacket when it's cool I feel amazing
Counting up daily, that's an understatement
Woke up, countin' cash
Helmut Lang, fuck it throw it on the tab
Just left the tailor I still like that fitted swag
Jeans they sag
Hell yeah I know they mad
Mihara they fit oversize
Come first I don't know bout a tie
Switch up look good with a suit and a tie, yeah
She want me to hit from the side
We pop bottles and live life, yeah
I'm tryna catch me a vibe
I'm off the smack and I'm getting too fried
All of them nights I ain't even get tired
I'm having dough just like a Pizza Hut
Stingy with my sauce cause everything I do get eaten up
Heard they gone flock to you like some birds
Baby these some words
Yeah baby, these just words
That's the worst
That's the muthafuckin' curse
When they love you that shit hurts
When they love you then they hate you that shit hurts
Woke up, countin' cash
Helmut Lang, fuck it throw it on the tab
Just left the tailor I still like that fitted swag
Jeans they sag
Hell yeah I know they mad