Isabel Marant Lyrics – Coi Leray
Yeah I’m on they ass (yea)
Hop up on that couch and roll up latto out the bag (bag)
I don’t need a stylist they cant *** with Coi Leray
Try to count me out and now I’m big as Trippie Redd
I hope I don’t crash
Scrape up all the rim on the sidewalk riding fast
I can’t wait to pour up and cook up up in that lab
This that brand new Rick, Denim Tears, LV tags
This that brand new Rick, Denim Tears, LV tags
I don’t know nothing
No time for these *** I don’t know
This Prada bag come with problems
These Tiffany Nikes step right on these bozos
Gotta Undercover vest and it cost me like 3 racks and they don’t know
YSL drip on the jet
They flew me direct and put me in front row
Yea my diamonds big like a wrestler
I put Forgiatos on my Tesla
Wake up got to sleep in Margiela
*** I got that, on my dresser
*** I’m really rich got my check up
Yea my socks is Kapital
Walk in Christian Dior with Kenzo loafers
Red carpet I’m casual
Isabel Morant in Paris
Yea, yea, yea