wet lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Ho, how much you want me to spend [?]
LA just don't hit the same without your head, LA just don't hit the same without your love, you get it?
Your girl can't buy this bag, It's Issey Miyake

[Chorus]
We spent bankrolls on designer, you had n*ggas lined up
While I was killing for your love
I love how much you get it, yeah like crack
If it ain't money or mama, b*tch, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide just took you to your place
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make
Run that back, b*tch it ain't money or mama, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide
How many pics you take?
And I'll nеver judge you for the friеnds you make

[Verse]
Gigi, Gigi, gi- (Wassup, Wassup, Wassup,)
Gigi, Gigi, gi- (Wassup, Wassup)
I ain't hit fashion week it was played out
Imma still hit that b*tch with her braids out
Baby we gone stay up till tomorrow, addy up on the way out
Molly Santana, [?]
Hey baby I'm on the way to the show, find your way in, b*tch ain't no way out
Stop trying that b*tch with that silk press, I let that b*tch in cause she been pressed
Riding the black truck, smoke in the black truck, I ain't gunna hear it
I came in this b*tch with my racks up, and my mask up, cause I ain't hear it, cause I ain't hear that, cause I ain't hear that
b*tch you link up with your new friends, you wanna get back, not tryna hear that
Just came in with some new chick, f*ck with some new sh*t, baby just sit back
Baby you wanna lose this, for some new b*tch, [?]
You and your mom at Balenci', you act like you worried about price tags
You go out your way, link with hoes I dont like I dont like that
Ho, I been detached
I gave you to the game, I'll never get you back
Girl I hope you follow, I'm giving you a chance
They trynna act like a rap n*gga, then stab me in the back
Black truck with black sl*ts, [?]
But she ain't new to yall
[Chorus]
'Cause we spent bankrolls on designer, you had n*ggas lined up
While I was killing for your love
I love how much you get it, yeah like crack
If it ain't money or mama, b*tch, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide just took you to your place
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make
Run that back, b*tch it ain't money or mama, I ain't texting back
And you don't even know, I let you slide
How many pics you take?
And I'll never judge you for the friends you make