Selfridges Lyrics

This ain't a Cartier so hold up bitch

I know they rent their jewelry but can you own that shit

I'm in the Selfridges and yeah I'm boutta blow a bag

Why you talkin' you can't do what the fuck I can

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

S-Class music yeah we ride around

Stuntin' on bitches that used to curve me now

They ain't want to flex I'm gettin' way too loud

And when I throw them some checks I bet they come around

This ain't a Cartier so hold up bitch

I know they rent their jewelry but can you own that shit

I'm in the Selfridges and yeah I'm boutta blow a bag

Why you talkin' you can't do what the fuck I can

Why these niggas talkin' yeah we know you lame as fuck

I knew that bitch cheated and I ain't even give a fuck

Started being reckless, momma told me give it up

My brother got some issues and I can't open up

I need my flowers like patients at the doctors

I know this shocked ya but I showed up regardless

My music honest I know that Ima pop bitch

I make that pop shit, my fans say I'm a prophet

Yeah

S-Class music yeah we ride around

Stuntin' on bitches that used to curve me now

They ain't want to flex I'm gettin' way too loud

And when I throw them some checks I bet they come around

This ain't a Cartier so hold up bitch

I know they rent their jewelry but can you own that shit

I'm in the Selfridges and yeah I'm boutta blow a bag

Why you talkin' you can't do what the fuck I can

I ain't tryna talk hop in the car and come on in

We wasting time I only see you, you with your friends

It's gettin' dark I might just pull up it all depends

Pop a pill, feel out the room and lets begin

It's ight I only want you for the night

I know it's mutual but can you sleep here for the night

I'm losing all feeling cause this drank it hold on tight

And when I'm fighting demons it's really just in my mind, yuh