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Yeah Woke up feelin' blessed, feelin' heavenly Yeah, yeah, and my shawty straight from Beverly Yeah, they be talkin', I can't tell a thing (No, no) Yeah, dunno what they tellin' me, yeah (No, no) At the mall, countin' racks out of Neiman Marcus (Yeah) She gon' get attached but I'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah) I was down bad, I was fiendin', I was starvin' (Whoa) Ain't nobody have my back, now I'm up, they tryna call me Yeah, you can catch me out in Barney's (Barney's) Yeah, Prada bag need a car seat (Car seat) Yeah, I'ma hit it if she foreign (Foreign) All this Kush, it be smellin' like we farted (Farted) Yeah, every coupe is a foreign (Skrrt, foreign) Yeah, hit the gas, I'ma floor it (Floor it) Uh, flip flops, Gucci floral, ayy (Floral) Yeah, bad bitches, I ignore em' (Ignore em') So high, so high, I'm losin' focus (Focus) Oh my, oh my, I ain't foldin' (Foldin') Yeah, all these labels know I'm next (Next) Can't be mad, can't be stressed 'cause I— Woke up feelin' blessed, feelin' heavenly Yeah, yeah, and my shawty straight from Beverly Letras de cancionesYeah, they be talkin', I can't tell a thing (No, no) Yeah, dunno what they tellin' me (No, no) Yeah, at the mall, countin' racks out of Neiman Marcus (Yeah) She gon' get attached but I'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah) I was down bad, I was fiendin', I was starvin' (Whoa) Ain't nobody have my back, now I'm up, they tryna call me From Letras Mania