Hublot lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my god, it's CashBently

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain't getting no money, boy, you in a drought, yeah
Got big FN's better watch your mouth (Watch your mouth)
I bought her Hermes, you bought her a blouse
You ain't get no money, you sleep on a couch, oh yeah, woah

[Verse]
Hopped in a Trackhawk, did the dash (Push start)
Still talking that sh*t I'm on your ass, on your ass, boy, woah
Just heard your sh*t that sh*t was trash (sh*t was trash)
Ain't worried 'bout you I'm in first class (Oh yeah, yeah)
Perc got me itching like I got a rash (Oh yeah, yeah)
She wanna suck me, she so nasty (Oh yeah, yeah)
New b*tch from LA, she so classy (Let's go, woah)
I flew her out she f*ck me nasty (Let's go, yeah)
Flashing 'em hunnids, I'm so f*cking flashy (Yeah, woah)
Know you in a Honda you can't catch me (You can't catch me, woah)
I just walked in Saks and bought a new mink
New bracelet came from Louis V (Woah, came from Louis V, yeah)
I just got a check and blew it all on me (Blew it all on me, yeah)
Walked up in the club she threw it all on me (Threw it all on me, woah)
If I take you to Chanel, could you keep it lowkey (Could you keep it lowkey, woah, woah)
'Cause I don't want my b*tch getting mad at me
I just talked to Satan he said I need a Hublot (Yeah)
I just walked up in the bank and pulled out a huge roll (Yeah, woah)
Try to play with me, gang gon step on you, bro (Yeah, woah, woah)
She just suck me so damn good I let her play with the rolls (Let her play with it, yeah)
These n*ggas so damn lame they ain't nothing but a troll (Nothing but a troll)
She gon suck that di*k 'cause she ain't nothing but a pro (Oh yeah, yeah)
Mixing Helmut Lang with the f*cking Louis loafs (These Louis loafs, yeah)
Said you having bread, f*cking prove it to me, bro
She know I wanna f*ck she on the same damn thing (She on the same damn thing, woah)
Have you ever sipped lean on a f*cking plane? (On a f*cking plane, woah)
I just bought a ring 'cause I'm married to my chain (And my chains Louis, woah)
Say, lil n*gga I know you ain't bout that sh*t you claim (No, woah)
I just blew a bag now I'm tryna f*ck Mulatto (Oh yeah, yeah)
Paint a picture on her face, Rino Picasso (Oh yeah, woah)
Walked up in Barneys feel like I hit the lotto (Lotto, yeah)
b*tch, I'm off a perc I ain't sippin' no Moscato (Moscato, woah)
Came through drippin' on these n*ggas (Drippin')
Get back, shoota trigger finger itchin' (Woah, woah)
Can't f*ck with you, lil b*tch, 'cause I'm on a mission (On a mission, yeah)
Oh, you counting racks, but you doing dishes (Doing dishes, yeah)
I just got two wishes (Two wishes, woah)
Count racks, sh*t on my ex b*tches (Ex b*tches, woah)
My shoota trained he ain't never f*cking missing (Never missing, yeah)
Hell nah we can't kick it (We can't kick it)
[Chorus]
Ain't getting no money, boy, you in a drought, yeah
Got big FN's better watch your mouth
I bought her Hermes you bought her a blouse
You ain't get no money you sleep on a couch

[Outro]
Oh my god, it's CashBently