Lyrics Comedy! - Autumn!

Chrome Heart, Ricky′s on my feet, yeah, that shit like 3,000
I just showed her my IG, and now she can't stop smilin′
New York for the next three weeks, I'm finna go link my stylist
You could catch me in fashion week, with my young niggas wildin'

Can you tell me the reason why you respond to me?
Is it the money? Is it the fame? Is it my designer jeans?
I ain′t never gon′ ask for too much, I just want your honesty
These niggas still wanna be me, man, that shit is comedy
Can you tell me the reason why you respond to me?
Is it the money? Is it the fame? Is it my designer jeans?
I ain't never gon′ ask for too much, I just want your honesty
These niggas still wanna be me, man, that shit is comedy

I guess I can't do nothin′ about it
I'm finna cop me a Masi′, but I want a brand new Bugatti
She said she got a friend for me, told her, "Meet me in the lobby"
All of my bitches a lil' boujee and snobby
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I′m somebody

Nigga want smoke? Well come see about it
Bullets gon′ enter your body
NYC for the weekend
I made ten racks and I spent it all, goddamn, I'm tweakin′
I made 15 racks and spent it all, goddamn, I'm tweakin′
I made 20 racks and I spent it all, goddamn, I'm tweakin′

What the fuck was I thinkin?
If I said the shit, I mean it
On the freeway, we speeding
Hellcat or the Demon?
I don't know, what you thinkin'?
Nigga said I fell off, what the hell was he thinkin′?
I ain′t even reach my peak yet, just let that sink in
(Just let that sink in, yeah, yeah)

Chrome Heart, Ricky's on my feet, yeah, that shit like 3,000
I just showed her my IG, and now she can′t stop smilin'
New York for the next three weeks, I′m finna go link my stylist
You could catch me in fashion week, with my young niggas wildin'

Can you tell me the reason why you respond to me?
Is it the money? Is it the fame? Is it my designer jeans?
I ain′t never gon' ask for too much, I just want your honesty
These niggas still wanna be me, man, that shit is comedy
Can you tell me the reason why you respond to me?
Is it the money? Is it the fame? Is it my designer jeans?
I ain't never gon′ ask for too much, I just want your honesty
These niggas still wanna be me, man, that shit is comedy