G-Star Letra

I get money like Eugene, bitches always say I'm mean

But I pull up in that coupe, I'ma pull off in that Beam'
I ain't drivin' no Mustang 'cause that's not my fuckin' thing
And I make these hoes sour, they don't eat sour cream
YSL all on me, bitch, I'm cold, I don't ski
Give a fuck 'bout where you at, give a fuck 'bout what you see
You still gotta pay a fee, water wet, I'm in the sea
On my shirt, it be a V, niggas hoes, they just gon' leash
When I speak, it's like I preach, damn, I made it out the street
Back with bruh, ain't talkin' wheat, I got Maison's on my feet
I got hoes, could never cheat, I got dough, it's not that deep
Makin' plays just like a Wii, these niggas know, don't play with me
I need all my niggas free, smokin' OG, can't pop no E
See the law, then you know I'ma flee
Block hot, I ain't sippin' no tea
[?] and it's on me
Bitch, I'm not broke and it's guaranteed
I'm an OG, nigga, you an FC
That mean you a bitch, you can't hang around me
Back then, man, I was a D
Supreme all over my briefs
I'm posted outside like I need a shelter
I'm VLONE and that's for the better
Free my nigga, gotta write a letter
These real diamonds, fuck a diamond tester
Count big Frank, I respect my elders
[?] of fortune cookies, I'm a fortune teller
Man, fuck school, fuck every semester
Young nigga but I been out here flexin'

Call me a star in these G-Star jeans
Baby girl, I'm sixteen but I'm seein' all this green
I do anything I want like I'm controllin' a dream
I get money like Eugene, bitches always say I'm mean