Paroles de 11:30
This is, this is crazy at this pointAin’t no other way, uh
Ain’t no other way, yeah
Yeah, New Chanel, you can smell it on me (Huh), yeah
Retail, ain’t no selling to me (Ain't no selling to me), ayy, yeah
Christian Dior, uh (Christian Dior), there won’t be more of it
I’m okay (I'm okay), I’m okay (Whoa), yeah
I’ve been good by my lone with this money in my hand, uh
Smoke the wood, I'ma cope, ain’t nobody understand what I’m going through
This cash, I’m blowing through it
And my Mama call me up and said I gotta do it, ayy, yeah
So I gotta get myself together
Ain’t no other way, ooh, no other way
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
New Chanel, you can smell it on me (Huh, yeah)
Retail, ain’t no selling to me (Ayy, yeah)
I can’t fall, fall, fall with these groupies (Uh)
Go to the mall, mall, mall, spend my blue cheese (Yeah)
Check my bank, look at my check and, you lonely on my checklist
Your homies like my set list, you can’t front, we next in, oh
(Uh-huh) It’s half passed eleven
I’m sitting here texting, just hoping you read it
You know what I can do, do-do, do-do for you, mmm
For you
Yeah, New Chanel, you can smell it on me (Huh, yeah)
Retail, ain’t no selling to me (Ayy, yeah)
Christian Dior, uh (Christian Dior), there won’t be more of it
I’m okay (I'm okay), I’m okay, whoa, yeah
I’ve been good by my lone with this money in my hand, uh
Smoke the wood, I'ma cope, ain’t nobody understand what I’m going through
This cash, I’m blowing through it
And my Mama call me up and said I gotta do it, ayy, yeah
So I gotta get myself together
Ain’t no other way, ooh, no other way
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
I’m okay (I'm okay), I’m okay (Whoa), yeah
I’ve been good by my lone with this money in my hand, uh
Smoke the wood, I'ma cope, ain’t nobody understand what I’m going through
This cash, I’m blowing through it
And my Mama call me up and said I gotta do it, ayy, yeah
So I gotta get myself together
Ain’t no other way, ooh, no other way
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
New Chanel, you can smell it on me (Huh, yeah)
Retail, ain’t no selling to me (Ayy, yeah)
I can’t fall, fall, fall with these groupies (Uh)
Go to the mall, mall, mall, spend my blue cheese (Yeah)
Check my bank, look at my check and, you lonely on my checklist
Your homies like my set list, you can’t front, we next in, oh
(Uh-huh) It’s half passed eleven
I’m sitting here texting, just hoping you read it
You know what I can do, do-do, do-do for you, mmm
For you
Yeah, New Chanel, you can smell it on me (Huh, yeah)
Retail, ain’t no selling to me (Ayy, yeah)
Christian Dior, uh (Christian Dior), there won’t be more of it
I’m okay (I'm okay), I’m okay, whoa, yeah
I’ve been good by my lone with this money in my hand, uh
Smoke the wood, I'ma cope, ain’t nobody understand what I’m going through
This cash, I’m blowing through it
And my Mama call me up and said I gotta do it, ayy, yeah
So I gotta get myself together
Ain’t no other way, ooh, no other way
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
