goyard bags lyrics

[Intro: Molly Santana]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Molly Santana]
Got a whole lotta hunnids, went ahead and bought me a Hummer (Yeah, yeah)
Got [?], got a band, might need me a drummer
You don't really want it, I'll turn yo' ass to a runner (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, my swag, yeah, it'll get ya' done up (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, can't take one step in the jungle (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, just step back before you crumble (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, but get ready to tumble (Yeah, yеah)
You don't really want it, just save yo' ass the troublе

[Post-Chorus: Molly Santana & Showjoe]
You don't have, and I'm having lots, Goyard bags
How I, pull the knots, pour my glass
Damn I beat the odds, told you that
I would, make a lot

[Verse 1: Showjoe & Molly Santana]
Pop tags, DJ Drama (Yeah), like b*tch I don't need yo' drama (Woah)
I got more heat than a sauna (Yeah), no Fortnite need that llama (Yeah, yeah)
I go ape sh*t, really got it out the jungle (Jungle)
f*ck that fake sh*t, talk a lot 'till we at yo' front door (Front door)
I never knew my swag would have the influence to end it (Yeah)
I really need my cash, and now that I turned to a misfit (Yeah, yeah)
I was just so down bad, was tryna figure out how to get rich (Yeah, woah)
Only one reason to be mad, when you see this n*gga get lit (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Molly Santana]
I don't rock them fancy clothes, smoking a whole lotta vegetables
I do it the best, you know, that's why I got 'em impressed, you know (Woah)
Left 'em impressionable, that's why she rock them 'Giela toes (Giela toes)
She see Molly, and get out of body, she like "Where she get her clothes?"
How she get the dough, I get baked, I get the rolls
I'm smoking on veggie dough, walked out, walked in, wanna spend this dough
Like baby I'm bound to blow, so you better not get too close
I could really get that rolls, and I could really send her home (What)

[Verse 3: Showjoe & Molly Santana]
She said that she wanna meet show, So I'm finna pull up and strike a pose (Yeah)
These n*ggas they act like hoes, and tell me that this is the life I chose (No)
I got a lil' magazine, b*tch, they catch the highlight in Vogue
I got a lil' swag disease, b*tch, I'm coughin' up ice, it's cold (Woah)
I get the dough you heard that?
I pick them apart, no quarterback
I put on the gang, I swear on that
She come in my lane, I'm swervin' that (Yeah, yeah)
Say they on the way, well where they at?
n*ggas broke, buying clothes, then take it back
I was just on the road, makin' racks
I've been runnin' the game, no sweat

[Chorus: Molly Santana]
Got a whole lotta hunnids, went ahead and bought me a Hummer (Yeah, yeah)
Got [?], got a band, might need me a drummer
You don't really want it, I'll turn yo' ass to a runner (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, my swag, yeah, it'll get ya' done up (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, can't take one step in the jungle (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, just step back before you crumble (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, but get ready to tumble (Yeah, yeah)
You don't really want it, just save yo' ass the trouble
[Post-Chorus: Molly Santana & Showjoe]
You don't have, and I'm having lots, Goyard bags
How I, pull the knots, pour my glass
Damn I beat the odds, told you that
I would, make a lot