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Brace yourself, take your time, this shit is not a diss Make your mind up, don't make no time for him at my expense You see, I know you fine shit, you put on shit that's timeless Like Chanel from '96, some YSL highs clickin' We step inside the Bacarrat hotel, them diamonds glistenin' Hit Casablanca in Morocco, doin' high end shit Biggest yacht, I copped it, helicopters how I spin shit I ain't make this shit to not spend shit But then you pop your shit and do it with Versace lipstick, and I got defensive To me this shit is cheap, but time expensive I gave you more, learned my lesson, poor me, but you my blessin' I'm stressin', still get you that Hermès Kelly We used to shop at the Forever, talkin' 'bout forever You gon' look 21 forever, gon' be hot forever Doin' shit ain't gotta ask me, I spend that knot forever New nigga gon' get his ass beat, I do it a capella Sonic's Jaw to Roc-A-Fella, thinkin' he gon' stunt on my expense Touch the Cullinan, I cut him on some culinary shit Tryin' step on shit, no red bottoms, Bloody Mary shit You care about him, tell him cut it, all that fuckin' arrogance Airin' shit, rappin' like Carter, no Aaron shit Rest in peace, I want candy paint my whip, I'm Berry rich Embarrassin' how I just I just keep givin' you more Why'd I try to find solace through my vices when we split? Letras de cancionesPut a shiesty on and try to find my wifey in the strip Club, I know that ain't like Bryson, but I had to write that hit Turned tricks, lookin' at me like, "Well, you ain't learn shit" But then my earnings tripled, what I learned was just be earnest with them And it's workin', huh? I can finally go get you that Birkin I can finally get you that whip that you been askin' for, that trip that you been askin' for But you still trippin' off the last ho I ain't even come ask who you last smashed, I detached from you Left it in the past when I put you through the mattress Took you back to Saks Fifth, spent racks on you, these facts here Motherfuck last year, let's punt that through the stratosphere All I see is mad tears, trust I understand the feel I can't let it shake me, why the fuck you think I'm standin' here? I miss huggin' you up under restoration chandeliers And I'm manic-in' with you, and that's Well, that's the best way I can put it, for real Big bags, I keep the static to the minimal Love money, I'm a fanatic for them envelopes H slide, she got her meds in her bag too Mini Kelly, it's time to show you how that bag move Shakin' ass, she love to post but she never tag Not a drinker, it's mocktails for her fakin' ass Close friends, I know she tell 'em how I dick her down You lookin' thicker now, girl, you make a nigga proud Call up the dope boys, it's time to get a different crowd You need some new toys, and I'm tryna get 'em now Van Cleef only flaw is that it never die I can never be the biggest if I never try We can never get to Venice if we never fly I won't get to see the heavens if I never die Amalfi Coast, all white, we out in Italy Look what it did to me, real nigga tendencies Fast cars, thousand acres in the backyard I got my own dealership, now tell 'em that part Time to order twenty bottles on my black card Supermodels takin' pictures with a rap star We know the envy 'cause we came up from the asphalt These niggas pass off, hatin' was the last straw Maybach Music From Letras Mania