Van Cleef ft. Jay Robb Lyrics

I'm bout to take off

Hop on that flight and i'm gone

Van Cleef with the charm

I put her in Louis Vuitton

Walk out the house and I feel like a star

How you gon hate me cuz i'm going hard

Yea she got some milage I don't wanna hit it

Ain't chasing no hoe i'm tryna get rich

Pouring up Triss got my bitch to sip

I get in my zone and cut off my bitch

Don't tell me it's on you know I don't miss

Got racks in this shit and i'm spending it

Balenci on me yea I live in it

Yea I ride this Benz and i'm tinting it

Trap first nigga's get dividend's

No I can't fuck with these nigga's these nigga's be snitching they leaks

Just kick me a chevy or TD I try to cash out every week

Don't mention me nigga got shooters with me and they ready to meet

Got forty's and nine's when we ride in the fleet

I'm on that timing I shoot out the v

Just tryna get rich i'm just tryna take care of my people

I got a bitch and I swear I only call her for deep throat

I'm in the stu and I pour me a four i'm with Rico

Yea and we got pounds of the za in the air

Stand on my shit i'm just making it clear

Run up on me I double dare

Louis the v thats what I wear

She know ima boss that's why she here

Life is a toast this shit in the air

R.I.P Esco might shed a lil tear

I'm bout to take off

Hop on that flight and i'm gone

Van Cleef with the charm

I put her in Louis Vuitton

Walk out the house and I feel like a star

How you gon hate me cuz i'm going hard

Yea she got some milage I don't wanna hit it

Ain't chasing no hoe i'm tryna get rich

Pouring up Triss got my bitch to sip

I get in my zone and cut off my bitch

Don't tell me it's on you know I don't miss

Got racks in this shit and i'm spending it

Balenci on me yea I live in it

Yea I ride this Benz and i'm tinting it

Trap first nigga's get dividend's

Why you in ya feelings I said I ain't feeling it

New coupe got it for me you can't get in it

Ou ou living this life I be living it

Whole lot of paper I got with the gang

Give a fuck bout the fame nigga we ain't gon change

Ran up forty two thousand to spend on a chain

Just got off a flight had to stop in the A

Windows they tinted with burgundy guts

In this new Lamborghini I leave em with dust

This shit rated R the hoes that I fuck

I don't be getting enough

I fuck em once they ain't getting no love

Nigga's be for they self but I be for the team

I told my mama i'm chasing a dream

These nigga's they not what they seem

Wherever I go got the bag on me