Goyard Bag
Yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer, yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like, call my private chef, hold my stomach in
Yeah, I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs
Ew, that's them runny eggs
I might flex around the world and then I start again
I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again
And the funny thing is you gon' cuff again
Yeah, I advise you
Stop all the hatin' and you'll make it too
Like I done had a situation, but I made it through
I paid a thousand for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too
Got the drop top runnin' for the summer, yeah, ay
Goyard bags full of hundreds, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like I'm a private chef, cook for money, yeah
Hey, white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag
Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag
My son told me keep makin' these old farts mad
He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad
Spittin' like they got it, they on that mission
Lookin' different when you see 'em rappers catfishin'
Either Barney's, Neiman Marcus, so we Saks Fifthin'
Always makin' movies but we never act different, no
Never changed up, I just leveled up
And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up
Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up
Never spoke on 'em, I won't bring the devil up, no
Sometimes sayin' nothin' sayin' somethin'
When your money talks, now you're sayin' somethin'
Ay, if you ain't get a message, that's a message
Look, y'all know who the freshest of the freshest
Got the drop top runnin' for the summer, yeah
Goyard bags full of hundreds, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like I'm a private chef, cook for money, yeah
Hey, white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
I've been talkin' to my idol
I've been talkin' to my idol
Nowadays, I feel like I'm my own idol
Scratch her off the list like a vinyl
Real girl, I don't really like her
I just really wanna just spike her
(Yeah, yeah) uh, you know I one-night ya
Hope ya wasn't thinkin' I'ma wife ya (yeah, hol' up)
Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin'
Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen
I'm not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her
Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah
I be in my bag with no travel
Let you be the judge, get the gavel
I think if I want you, I can have you
Every time I pull up on the avenue
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer, yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know, I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like, call my private chef, hold my stomach in
Yeah, I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs
Yeah, yeah
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer, yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like, call my private chef, hold my stomach in
Yeah, I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs
Ew, that's them runny eggs
I might flex around the world and then I start again
I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again
And the funny thing is you gon' cuff again
Yeah, I advise you
Stop all the hatin' and you'll make it too
Like I done had a situation, but I made it through
I paid a thousand for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too
Got the drop top runnin' for the summer, yeah, ay
Goyard bags full of hundreds, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like I'm a private chef, cook for money, yeah
Hey, white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag
Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag
My son told me keep makin' these old farts mad
He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad
Spittin' like they got it, they on that mission
Lookin' different when you see 'em rappers catfishin'
Either Barney's, Neiman Marcus, so we Saks Fifthin'
Always makin' movies but we never act different, no
Never changed up, I just leveled up
And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up
Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up
Never spoke on 'em, I won't bring the devil up, no
Sometimes sayin' nothin' sayin' somethin'
When your money talks, now you're sayin' somethin'
Ay, if you ain't get a message, that's a message
Look, y'all know who the freshest of the freshest
Got the drop top runnin' for the summer, yeah
Goyard bags full of hundreds, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like I'm a private chef, cook for money, yeah
Hey, white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
I've been talkin' to my idol
I've been talkin' to my idol
Nowadays, I feel like I'm my own idol
Scratch her off the list like a vinyl
Real girl, I don't really like her
I just really wanna just spike her
(Yeah, yeah) uh, you know I one-night ya
Hope ya wasn't thinkin' I'ma wife ya (yeah, hol' up)
Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin'
Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen
I'm not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her
Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah
I be in my bag with no travel
Let you be the judge, get the gavel
I think if I want you, I can have you
Every time I pull up on the avenue
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer, yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred, yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Say I know, I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin', yeah
Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon, yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN, yeah
Like, call my private chef, hold my stomach in
Yeah, I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs
Credits
Writer(s): Erica Wright, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, John David Jackson, Andre Benjamin, Myrna Crenshaw, Joi Elaine Gilliam, Ruben Lemont Bailey, Antwan A. Patton, Symere Woods, Keith Nelson Boyd, Lyle Anthony Leduff Jr.
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