All My Duffles Goyard!

(альбом: Golden Child, Chapter 3 - 2023)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah, woah

In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you
She'd rather die than find another
Out in New York for Fashion Week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LVs, I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more)
She gon' fuck me for my status
And Rino just went Patek (Yeah)
They say, "Wick, you so hard"
This shit too easy, it's natural

These hoes be so dramatic
And these niggas don't want static
Turn that nigga to ashes
I'm fucking on this bitch, look just like Ash Kaash
I'm bagging that bitch, Ash Ketchum
Mama say I've been moving too fast, she wish I would start relaxing
I'm in that Trackhawk moving too fast, make one wrong turn and I'm crashing

In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you
She'd rather die than find another
Out in New York for Fashion Week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LVs, I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more)
She gon' fuck me for my status
And Rino just went Patek (Yeah)
They say, "Wick, you so hard"
This shit too easy, it's natural

Hold up, bring them choirs in
She a bad lil', yeah, might fly her in
40K on watches and I still can't tell what time it is
I swear I count money every day, I don't get tired of this
Spent 5K on my fit, that's every day, you don't get fly as this
He tryna be me, who's guy is this?
Pass through, she like, "Who ride is this?"
Pass through, they like, "Who ride is this?"

In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you
She'd rather die than find another
Out in New York for Fashion Week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LVs, I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more)

And I get that green, that cabbage
Been a while since I felt damaged
Know it's hard, but I still manage
Know it's hard, but I still manage
I like you, you got your mind like this
I want her cause she fine like this
Pass through, she like "Who's ride is this?"
Pass through, they like "Who's ride is this?"

In the G63 with my brothers
She want me to lie and say I love her
Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you
She'd rather die than find another
Out in New York for Fashion Week
Spent two thousand on this puffer
For these LVs, I spent three
Finna get back on my fashion
She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?)
All my duffles Goyard
It's no more emotional baggage (No more, no more)

Yeah, yeah, yeah