Lyrics
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a sun tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance? Swae
Pick a price for me, please
We can spend whatever
Camera lights bounce off my shiny bezel
Kill the lights, would you? I am on my level
Flexing like I’ve been up in the gym forever
All these bitches give me brain, damn they sure is clever
I took a bitch out, let her shop til she drop
All these big bags come at once like nonstop
Riding droptop so I can’t even hotbox
We can spend whatever
Young Swae Lee, damn, check out my bezel
I blow lots of cash cause I won’t live forever, do it
I’m coming through with cash, damn my pockets got a leech
You tryna roll with me, you gotta be a 10 at least
Mona Lisa with a Visa vibing to the beat
No she not a keeper, she just my little freak
Hotbox the coupe and we fucking in the Jeep
I do what I do, and the bitches dig it
Straight out the blue, I got your attention, she love it, man
Was it the coupe or the watch glistening?
I’m winning, mane, I’m winning, chain yellow like the Simpsons
I’m pimping like I’m Lennon, got a lot of foreign women
They can’t control my spending, fuck it, I ain’t got no limit
Tipping, Slim Jimmy!
We can spend whatever
Name a price, we can spend whatever
Since I am, let’s spend forever
Since I lost, it’s been forever
Yeah, we can spend forever, Swae