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Autumn!

Chelsea, NY!

 

Chelsea, NY!

(альбом: Golden Child, Chapter 3 - 2023)


Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

It used to be mud on my shoes and now them bitches say LV
Remember being in school, feeling like this shit wouldn't help me
Keep telling me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy
But I can't stop going hard until I know I'm wealthy
I just touched down in New York, I'm staying 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 wilding

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 giving 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 loving my fashion
Cartier frame her glasses
Ricks and the Prada, they matching
Who you know swagging 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 being in school, feeling like this shit wouldn't help me
Keep telling me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy
But I can't stop going hard until I know I'm wealthy
I just touched down in New York, I'm staying 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 wilding

Golden Child 3, got 'em smiling
I'm back in my bag with this one, to be honest, I ain't been trying
They missing that R3 sound, acting like I still ain't got it (They missing that)
They missing that R3 sound, acting like I still ain't got it

It used to be mud on my shoes and now them bitches say LV
Remember being in school, feeling like this shit wouldn't help me
Keep telling me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy
But I can't stop going hard until I know I'm wealthy
I just touched down in New York, I'm staying 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 wilding

Yeah
Yeah

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