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by Hype

[VERSE]
Manhattan on forty seventh, the diamond district
All foreign, Italian leather we riding different
Circle litty on private jets, we flying different
City looking like parents told you their child's missing
I'm working for it, you watch it happen & then complain
Get a plane, travel Europe, like ‘get away'
Ya'll flexing ‘bout it I don't believe you, now put it up
Ya'll selling what? To fuckin' who, now cook it up
Models paying extra to eat some meals wit' no carbs in it
Baby ain't like kilos, unless it's coke from some drug dealers
Me oh my, it's lucky we in the car chillin'
Grams in the backseat, like my mothers mum's wit' us

[HOOK]
Where the hoe's, where the coke, where's the Henny?
Where they at, where they at, we want plenty
Where them models from shows wearing Fendi
Where they at, where they at, we want plenty

[VERSE]
Yacht Master Rollie on me, we ain't in the same boat
Loui thou tread count, I don't need to stay woke
Bitches on me Megan Fox, ya'll be trying Dej Loaf, 

One call I'm in the box, calling from a pay phone
Your girl a coke head, baby loving my Rolex
Fucking wit' me she focused, fucking you she don't notice
She ain't fuckin' no broke men, talking hunnits I throw them
Valentino, it cost me ten for her cloak dress
Soda whipping the models bumping, the party lit
They popping Zanax in change rooms at pilates gym
Ain't talking bundles of coke then what did you come for
Million bitches out here and I'm about to fuck yours

[HOOK]
Where the hoe's, where the coke, where's the Henny?
Where they at, where they at, we want plenty
Where them models from shows wearing Fendi
Where they at, where they at, we want plenty

[VERSE]
Gang gang, we bought a bag to get lifted with
Presidential it's diamond covered, dripping wrist
Love the light hittin' it, the glitter is ridiculous
Y'all flexing wit' those Rollie's but can't show certificates
Grant Hyatt on Collins often, it's standard
Bape hoodies wit' Prada printed bandanas
Wearing hoodies wit' ‘cocaine and caviar'
We be up at Vue De Monde, cocaine and caviar
Had the gang, we was trapping out a bedroom
Now we in Rover wearing money, extra leg room
Looking for a family a wife, kids and mistress
Riding for paper by any means, I'm serious