paroles de chanson Chelsea, NY! - Autumn!

Woah, woah, oh-woah
Woah, oh-woah
Woah, oh-woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah

It used to be mud on my shoes, and now them bitches say LV (yeah)
Remember being in school feelin' like this shit wouldn't help me
Keep tellin' me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy
But I can't stop goin' hard until I know I'm wealthy
I just touched down in New York, I'm stayin' at The Moxy in Chelsea
She already know where I'm at, come see me and Chelsea
Big bodies all I ride in, brand-new Maybach truck with no mileage
Crib in the sky with the pilots
On Bitterness Road, we wylin'

Nigga play wit' me, shit get violent
She tryna link in private
Told her, "Put that phone on silent"
Shit just better stay quiet
In the Cullinan givin' me knowledge
Goddamn, this bitch got mileage
I'm finna pass her to Prince, dawg

Okay, cool, you got diamonds
But can you see them bitches through the tint, though?
See the shit through five percent? (Yeah)
My brother cup cost your rent
This AP money well spent (AP)
She lovin' my fashion, Cartier frame her glasses
Ricks and the Prada, they matchin'
Who you know swaggin' 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 (yeah)
Remember being in school feelin' like this shit wouldn't help me
Keep tellin' me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy
But I can't stop goin' hard until I know I'm wealthy (yeah)
I just touched down in New York (yeah), I'm stayin' at The Moxy in Chelsea
She already know where I'm at, come see me and Chelsea
Big bodies all I ride in, brand-new Maybach truck with no mileage
Crib in the sky with the pilots
On Bitterness Road, we wylin'

Golden Child 3, got 'em smilin
I'm back in my bag wit' this one, to be honest, I ain't been tryin'
They missin' that R3 sound, actin' like I still ain't got it (got it, got it)
(They missin') they missin' that R3 sound, actin' like I still ain't got it

It used to be mud on my shoes, and now them bitches say LV (yeah)
Remember being in school feelin' like this shit wouldn't help me
Keep tellin' me I work too hard, I know this shit ain't healthy
But I can't stop goin' hard until I know I'm wealthy
I just touched down in New York, I'm stayin' at The Moxy in Chelsea
She already know where I'm at, come see me and Chelsea
Big bodies all I ride in, brand-new Maybach truck with no mileage
Crib in the sky with the pilots (yeah)
On Bitterness Road, we wylin'

Yeah!

Yeah!