I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it I don't like that shit tsh, yeah (Fa) Goat activity, goat translation (Fa) Franchise player (Meech) yeah (yeah) I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it Too much bitch in your blood you can't fight it niggas hoes they don't live what they typing If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited Why would I give a f*ck what You feel or how you thinking? I said it, I mean it, you broke We ain't linking Upper class when I'm seated This car fully loaded The simple in the seater Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left Then it's best (Gone) These VVS's, they'll pass every test SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet We ain't even make it home She just sitting there wet You look at me and see a check I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats Everybody know I'm next Niggas ain't help me So they got they ass left When me and gang get hungry, shit We go and eat the best Hard times came, shit, I took it like a champ Where the f*ck was you when The wall was my back? That bitch hurt my feelings So I put her in a rap Now a nigga really up and I'll never take her back I got a model, pink toe Now she blow my whole sack It's a thousand on my drawers You take your Nike Tech back I got a bin you can use I promise you'll make a Scat Everything that I claim, shit I got it on attack Stopped answering her calls 'cause She got too attached Know it's a thousand for this Goose And three hundred for the hat You a lame to me, nigga So your ass getting taxed Couple shots and he hit He couldn't even shoot back A lil' money and some clout, nigga You'll sell your soul I got money and clout Ain't nobody put me on Bought a hundred pack from Meech 'cause I pulled a hundred phones Heated seats in the back You be riding around cold Nigga, I collect cars, nigga You collect Foams You hit the road with some cards Make sure you make it home I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it (Wow) too much bitch in your blood You can't fight it (Wow) Niggas hoes They don't live what they typing (Wow) If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited Why would I give a f*ck what You feel or how you thinking? I said it, I mean it, you broke We ain't linking Upper class when I'm seated This car fully loaded The simple in the seater Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left Then it's best (Gone) These VVS's, they'll pass every test SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet (Skrrt) We ain't even make it home She just sitting there wet You look at me and see a check I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats Everybody know I'm next (Meech) tsh, I got dog shit in my Yeah simple on the seater