Goyard Bag

Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris (Oh, oh)

Nigga, G-Money picked me up today, where the **** you at? (Oh, oh)

Ten racks, it's a Goyard bag, ***** (Oh, oh)

All I need is a bad *****

Counting money is a habit, triple nine

Hop out the coupe, let the doors close (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Every day I'm off a Xan or a narco

And I know these ******* scan like a barcode

I'm too busy swimming through the money

Really feeling like a shark though (Cash, cash, cash)

Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)

I remember when I used to wear the same clothes

Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls

I need a passport so these niggas can't tell me where I can't go

Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)

I remember when I used to wear the same clothes

Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls

I need a passport so these niggas can't tell me where I can't go

Walking in the room, find it on my shoes

I could never lose, I don't got shit to lose

But don't get it confused, I took a loss or two

I remember when I lived on Misery Avenue

I remember taking drugs, a couple Percs, that'll do

Lost so many friends 'cause I had such a bad attitude

All them pretty girls, I'm sorry, I can't stay mad at you

So still come through, ho, we can make a move, ho

I don't need one Xan, I need two, ho

Counted up like twenty bands, did that with my eyes closed

I ain't ever been to France, but I got a French ho

In a two-door, kicking that shit like Judo

Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)

I remember when I used to wear the same clothes

Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls

I need a passport so these niggas can't tell me where I can't go

Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)

I remember when I used to wear the same clothes

Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls

I need a passport so these niggas can't tell me where I can't go

I remember when they thought I was a lame-o

Now I'm calling all the bad hoes, lame hoes

I don't have a main ho, all girls are the same, ho

I was in a Bentley truck, now I need a Range Rove'

I'ma go where they can't go, I need a chain like Django

I was just smoking on mango, they ain't even look like G-Fazos

My room look like a gun show, need a Draco with a condo

Hit a nigga with a combo, I ain't really tryna fight though

I be geeking off the X, ho, finna go **** on my ex ho

I do that shit out of spite though, hit the strip club, it's a rainstorm

I don't really wanna brag, but, I do it so good I get paid for it

The Draco with a Gucci backpack, **** it, I'ma be a psycho

Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)

I remember when I used to wear the same clothes

Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls

I need a passport so these niggas can't tell me where I can't go

Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)

I remember when I used to wear the same clothes

Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls

I need a passport so these niggas can't tell me where I can't go