Brand New Hermès Lyrics

Yea she get fly she not fly as me

Shawty from Spain she European

Over and over again we gon fuck

Huninds on hunnids I got this shit tucked

One hunnid bitches I feel like Wilt Chamberlin

Can't get in the club with a gun but we came with it

Girl can we take a trip round the horizon

Roll up Gelato with Grabba and light it

Louie and Dior I know that she like it

Yea I give this dick she don't fight it

I can't give you my heart cuz my heart in the trap

Brand new Hermès for the furniture

Back of the Bach yea the curtains up

Had to sit down have a word with her

I ain't regular bitch I ain't regular bitch

From the bottom a nigga done came up

I hope when I get rich and I get in position that none of my nigga's don't change up

I get sick to my stomach I think bout my dawg I just wish he ain't sit in that range truck

I'm outside with my iron like everyday my new stick yea it came with a laser

Shawty she been on my mind yea I swear I love all of her flaws

I don't trick on no bitch but I got her some Christian Dior

Lately been stacking this shit to the top of the floor

Tryna get rich for sure

I'm up in the morning while nigga's be snoring i'm tryna go get this shit off

I took too many losses I got this shit right now I got it but yea I need more

I might fuck all these bitches but no I don't trust em I swear I ain't wifing no whore

It be hard to decide on which car ima get

Or I might ice out my wrist

Damn higher than high like i'm Ja Morant

Ain't no distractions I stuck to the plan

She not for me this bitch for the land

Hop in Tesla I sleep while it drive

Pop me a X i'm out of my mind

I feel like a star that's up in the sky

Don't that girl I know you ain't stupid

You know how I get when you start acting foolish

I told all my nigga's we gotta keep moving

Never wanted to rap this shit wasn't for me so i'm getting prepared

Take my mom out the hood and put her in Bel Air

Look at my wrist bitch it's a chandelier

Brand new Hermès for the furniture

Back of the Bach yea the curtains up

Had to sit down have a word with her

I ain't regular bitch I ain't regular bitch

From the bottom a nigga done came up

I hope when I get rich and I get in position that none of my nigga's don't change up

I get sick to my stomach I think bout my dawg I just wish he ain't sit in that range truck

I'm outside with my iron like everyday my new stick yea it came with a laser

Shawty she been on my mind yea I swear I love all of her flaws

I don't trick on no bitch but I got her some Christian Dior

Lately been stacking this shit to the top of the floor