Man in the Mirror - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

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 will drive you there

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 could 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 go blue, like the Mavs, okay then

They can't take 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 will drive you there

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 .30, 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" (Mhm)

It's just me and your baby girl

She was rockin' my world (Mhm)

VVSs and pearls

Eat me up 'til she 'url (Mhm)

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 will drive you there

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 Bel-Air

Please do not knock on my door lookin' for love

'Cause it don't belong in here

Told me to go to Hell

Okay, I will drive you there (Yeah)

I got mad gear