Isabel Marant 가사

(Rocket boy) Yeah I'm on they ass (yeah) Hop up out that couch and roll up latto out the bank (bank, let's go) I don't need a stylist, they can't fuck with coi leray (yeah, yeah) Tried to count me out, and now I'm big as trippie redd (yeah, red, red) Woo, I hope I don't crash (yeah, crash) Scrapin' up the rim up on that sidewalk, ride it fast (let's go) I can't wait to pour up and cook up, up in that lab This that brand new ring, denim tears, lv tags This that brand new ring, denim tears, lv tags (yeah) I don't know nothin', no time for these bitches I don't know (yeah) Just Prada bag, I'ma prop these tiffanys, Nike, step right on these bozos (yeah) Got a undercover vest, cost me bout three racks and they don't know (yeah) Ysl drip on they jet, they fly me direct and put me in front row Ooh, yeah Yeah, my diamonds big like a wrestler (like a wrestler, yeah) I put forgiattos on my ten slow (oh-oh-oh) We can go to sleep in margiela (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I got that— on my dresser (uh) Bitch, I'm really rich, got my check-up (and, I'm rich, and I'm—, and I'm—) Yeah, my socks is kapital (yeah) Walk in christian dior with kenzo lows, red carpet, I'm casual Isabel marant in Paris (yeah, yeah, yeah)