2am in Cypress
flexico
GENRE [Intro]
I walk up in Saks and spend me a bag
I buy what I want like what is a tag?
I hop in the coupe, no Jag'
Takin' off, very fast
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash
Broke, man that shit is sad
Goyard bag [?] all on me
In a [?] .223, you don't want smoke—
Like I can't take it anymore, I love you [?]
Like—I'm sorry, this is bullshit
[?]
And um—Theres a lot of alcohol in my system right now
[Hook]
I walk up in Saks and spend me a bag
I buy what I want like what is a tag?
I hop in the coupe, no Jag'
Takin' off, very fast
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash
Broke, man that shit is sad
Goyard bag [?] all on me
In a [?] .223, you don't want smoke with me
I want ya ho, ho, ho
She give me throat, throat, throat
Now she gotta go, go, go (Ah)
[Outro]
I walk up in Saks and spend me a bag
I buy what I want like what is a tag?
I hop in the coupe, no Jag'
Takin' off, very fast
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash
Broke, man that shit is sad
Goyard bag [?] all on me
In a [?] .223, you don't want smoke with me
I want ya ho, ho, ho
She give me throat, throat, throat
Now she gotta go, go, go (Ah)
I walk up in Saks and spend me a bag
I buy what I want like what is a tag?
I hop in the coupe, no Jag'
Takin' off, very fast
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash
Broke, man that shit is sad
Goyard bag [?] all on me
In a [?] .223, you don't want smoke—
Like I can't take it anymore, I love you [?]
Like—I'm sorry, this is bullshit
[?]
And um—Theres a lot of alcohol in my system right now
[Hook]
I walk up in Saks and spend me a bag
I buy what I want like what is a tag?
I hop in the coupe, no Jag'
Takin' off, very fast
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash
Broke, man that shit is sad
Goyard bag [?] all on me
In a [?] .223, you don't want smoke with me
I want ya ho, ho, ho
She give me throat, throat, throat
Now she gotta go, go, go (Ah)
[Outro]
I walk up in Saks and spend me a bag
I buy what I want like what is a tag?
I hop in the coupe, no Jag'
Takin' off, very fast
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash
Broke, man that shit is sad
Goyard bag [?] all on me
In a [?] .223, you don't want smoke with me
I want ya ho, ho, ho
She give me throat, throat, throat
Now she gotta go, go, go (Ah)
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