(Got it on Smash)
(Og Parker)

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs, I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me, "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Yeah, stackin' up money like Jenga and Legos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco
Back of the crib look like mini Barbados
Losin' my friends every day, I'm okay though
It's been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two flats on a Maybach
Money got niggas thinkin' I changed
Why are you makin' this so complicated?
I can buy you a new ass, just say that
Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then
Still got bitches that owe me some favors
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds gold blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavor
No overexaggeratin'
Don't feel embarrassed, I was flippin' your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers, could've bought like a hundred Monclers
I can't even sleep, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate
She throwin' it back, in the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?"

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs, I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me, "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

I looked at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie
I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It's already one up in this thirty, I swear
If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airin'
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got porcelain floors, she told me, "It's yours" (mm-hm)
It's just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world (mm-hm)
VVSs and pearls, eat me up 'til she 'url (mm-hm)

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me, "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs, I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Feelin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Please do not knock on my door lookin' for love
'Cause it don't belong in here
You told me to go to hell
Okay, I would drive you here
Yeah
I got mad gear

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Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Joshua Isaiah Parker, Samuel Jimenez, Shaun Thomas