Woo Year

Yeah

She fell in love with the bag
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag (Hahahaha)
Diamond cuts, oh

I’m up now, I’m up next
I tell you the AP, four Pateks
20 years, movin’ like a vet’
G4 when I hop on the jet
I bought Richard Mille with baguettes
I emptied the clip until they turn left
No ID, call collect

When they see me, you know I’m that nigga
She wanna hop on a plane with that nigga
She wanna go switch lanes with that nigga
She wanna skrrt, skrrt, skrrt with that nigga, oh

Take flights overseas, and I’m just by my breezy
Could care less ‘bout a treesha, paint her face, Mona Lisa
I sold that cocaina to buy them brand new sneakers
Hunnid K a feature, now I could fuck my teacher

She fell in love with the bag
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh

She fell in love with the, she fell in love with the woo (Woo)
She be down when it’s me and my boo
Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room (Woo)
Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room
No hesitation, I’m pickin’ or choose (Uh, uh)

I keep the stick and you know I’m the shooter
Dafi with me and he totin’ the Ruger
She fell in love with the bag
She throwin’ it back and I’m slappin’ her ass
288 and I’m doin’ the dash
Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass

Lil’ treesha, my body (Racks), I’m smokin’ the gas
I do what I want (Skrrt), had to skrrt from the class
Bad bitch, treeshin’, RJ, hop out, leavin’
Bend blocks, speedin’ (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrt-baow)
TG, bleedin’, scannin’, readin’ (Scannin’, scannin’, readin’, readin’)

She fell in love with the bag
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
Diamond cuts, oh