Chelsea, NY! - Autumn!

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It used to be mud on my shoes and now them bitches say LV

Remember bein' in school, feelin' like this shit wouldn't help me

Keep tellin' me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy

But I can't stop goin' hard until I know I'm wealthy

I just touched down in New York, I'm stayin' at The Moxy in Chelsea

She already know where I'm at, come see me in Chelsea

Big bodies all I ride in

Brand new Maybach truck with no mileage

Crib in the sky with the pilots

On Billionaires' Row, we wildin'

Nigga play with me, shit get violent

She tryna link in private

Told her put her phone on silent

Shit just better stay quiet

In the Cullinan givin' me knowledge

Goddamn, this bitch got mileage

I'm finna pass her to Prince, dog

Okay, cool, you got diamonds, but can you see them bitches through the tint, though?

See the shit through five percent?

My brother cup cost your rent

This AP money well spent (AP)

She lovin' my fashion

Cartier frame her glasses

Ricks and the Prada, they matchin'

Who you know swaggin' like this?

Nigga, no cap, it's hard to live this lavish

It used to be mud on my shoes and now them bitches say LV

Remember bein' in school, feelin' like this shit wouldn't help me

Keep tellin' me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy

But I can't stop goin' hard until I know I'm wealthy

I just touched down in New York, I'm stayin' at The Moxy in Chelsea

She already know where I'm at, come see me in Chelsea

Big bodies all I ride in

Brand new Maybach truck with no mileage

Crib in the sky with the pilots

On Billionaires' Row, we wildin'

Golden Child 3, got 'em smilin'

I'm back in my bag with this one, to be honest, I ain't been tryin'

They missin' that R3 sound, actin' like I still ain't got it (They missin' that)

They missin' that R3 sound, actin' like I still ain't got it

It used to be mud on my shoes and now them bitches say LV

Remember bein' in school, feelin' like this shit wouldn't help me

Keep tellin' me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy

But I can't stop goin' hard until I know I'm wealthy

I just touched down in New York, I'm stayin' at The Moxy in Chelsea

She already know where I'm at, come see me in Chelsea

Big bodies all I ride in

Brand new Maybach truck with no mileage

Crib in the sky with the pilots

On Billionaires' Row, we wildin'

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