Chelsea, NY! Lyrics – Autumn!
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
It used to be mud on my shoes, and now them *** say L.V
Remember being in school feelin’ like this *** wouldn’t help me
Keep tellin’ me I work too hard, I know this *** 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 [?] Road, we wylin’
*** play with me, *** get violent
She tryna link in private
Tell her, “Put that phone on silent”
*** just better stay quiet
In the Cullinan, givin’ me knowledge
Goddamn, this *** got mileage
I’m finna’ pass her to Prince, dawg
Okay, cool, you got diamonds, but can you see them *** through the tint, though?
See the *** through five percent?
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?
***, no cap, it’s hard to live this lavish
It used to be mud on my shoes, and now them *** say L.V
Remember being in school feelin’ like this *** wouldn’t help me
Keep tellin’ me I work too hard, I know this *** 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 [?] Road, we wylin’
Golden Child 3, got ’em smilin
I’m back in my bag with this one, to be honest, I ain’t been tryin’
They missin’ that R3 sound, actin’ like I still ain’t got it
They missin’ that R3 sound, actin’ like I still ain’t got it
It used to be mud on my shoes, and now them *** say L.V
Remember being in school feelin’ like this *** wouldn’t help me
Keep tellin’ me I work too hard, I know this *** 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 [?] Road, we wylin’
Yeah!