Yves Saint Laurent

Bitch been counting paper up, been counting paper. Watch how you move, the drac got a laser Baby your nigga a bitch, he carry a taser Run the whole game in these Balenci ravers Two seater coupe, skkrt off, bitch see you later. Niggas playing both sides and it's cool Boy don't talk on my name, you gon lose How you flexing that shit but it's Fu My shit cost me a lick , Christian Lou Grab a seat cut a brick up or two How you talk with no racks you a fool Got 5 bitches I can't even choose I'm wit Big herc I can never lose Spit my pain on a beat and get paid from it You can't do it if you don't get paid from it And you tryna catch up you too late on it I took Givenchy linen and Laid on it Treat these rappers like bitches and play wit em At the table I can't share a plate wit em I got brick city shooters I stay wit em With my Fanta and you know it stay muddy And we here bout that Money not play buddy Told that bitch to go home cause I been nutted