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[Intro]
(My boy Henney, what's up? n*gga, I know you in here)
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
Please don't ask me what it's costing, I don’t even know myself
I bought it, I ain't had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
Put it on now I'm flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
Put that sh*t on and it's wet like umbrella
Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
Dropped the ho off, I don't know what to tell her
Walk in the bank and I'm cool with the teller
I got a T on my bag and that's Teflar
And I know what up so I'ma go far
I got my money and I went far
Rock out a show, b*tch, I’ma go hard
Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard

[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
Yeah, Goyard bag, rocking them Goyard tags
Double B I took the Goyard back
Ksubi jeans without the Saks Fifth tag
'Cause I bought it at Neiman’s
b*tch, I'm so cold like anemic
Told that b*tch that I love her with no feeling
Showed her I'm off of the drugs when I'm feeling
Huh, huh, huh, b*tch, I feel like money, huh, I feel like hundreds, huh
Man, I feel that coming, huh, feel that money
Told the bad b*tch I feel like money
Told the ho she ain’t getting none from me
Told the ho she ain't getting none dummy
Yeah, I'm popping my sh*t, going dummy
[Verse 2: Highway]
I'm geeking up, I'm going junky (I'm geeking up, I'm going junky)
My thot, she wanna pay some to touch me
Flawless set diamonds my earring, I had to go bust out my racks
I'm tired of rocking the Rick, I'm stocking that sh*t, b*tch, just f*ck all that sh*t
My clothes so tight, man we're f*ckin' this sh*t
We know you won't bust, boy, tuck in your sh*t
You on the bus and I'm vrooming with this sh*t
I know you rhyming but we doing this sh*t
Gone off the geek looking stupid as sh*t
Jump in the crowd for amusement and sh*t (Yeah, you know that I did)
Addicted to drugs, money, and sex (And sex)
This money, it get a b*tch wet
Ain't nothing, I told the b*tch, "Yeah"
So sorry, I had a b*tch, yeah
I'm so up, not average
I'm smoking your boy, not passing him
We did a lil' thing on the camera
I made that b*tch sing like Abel

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Told her I'ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
Please don't ask me what it's costing, I don't even know myself
I bought it, I ain't had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
Put it on now I'm flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
Put that sh*t on and it's wet like umbrella
Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
Dropped the ho off, I don't know what to tell her
Walk in the bank and I'm cool with the teller
I got a T on my bag and that's Teflar
And I know what up so I'ma go far
I got my money and I went far
Rock out a show, b*tch, I'ma go hard
Got a G on me and that's for Goyard