Skirt off in a JDM
Goin up with all my friends
[?] on your OGs, if I want to I'll do it again
[?] match my clothing [?] with the Helmut Lang
Keep on talking down, I'ma sit and count-
Plu-plugg
Louis bag on my back, I keep spending racks
She keep hittin' up my line but I don't text her back
With the bros in Japan, yeah, we in our bag
Iced out but I'm not cold, I got Fendi on my coat
I got some new designer kicks up on my toes
Bitch I'm off this gas, I can feel it in my throat
And we spend a rack when we walk into the store
I just hit decline if she callin' up my phone
All this money, for this money counter never gonna stop
Pull up to the function everybody staring, we on top
Still, I wonder why
Drivin' thru the night, city life, I-
Skirt off in a JDM
Goin up with all my friends
[?] on your OGs, if I want to I'll do it again
[?] match my clothing [?] with the Hеlmut Lang
Keep on talking down, I'ma sit and count my dividends
VV round my neck but you still wear that samе old choker
1-3 on my belt but you still dressing like the joker
Keep my circle close, you ain't nothing but a poser
Everybody hating, they just wishing that they closer to me
Ksubi on the jeans
I've been in my bag [?]
When me and mental enter, yeah we bound to make a scene
And I'm posted up with kairo and blxty yeah that's the team
Are you gonna pop up to the party or not
Step out in the Louis Vuittons and we come to a full stop
Step into my shoes
I'm in my Trues
You look up to me, I ask, like, who are you?
Are you writing down these notes, okay
And I'm coming at your throat, okay
Yeah I swear that shit's just a mystery
Around my wrist like history
And when I grin you can see my diamonds glistening