NAV - Vetement Socks Lyrics

(Wheezy outta here)
(Run that back, Turbo)

I'm in the 'ghini and I'm with a baddie
And when we go shopping, I put her in TG
And it don't bother me, know that I'm quality
No wonder all of these girls wanna keep me
Shoutout my section, my diamonds electric
They stare when I'm walking inside of the building
Told her come over and I barely know her
And I bent over and I gave her the business
Fresh off the lot, I just got me some options
I'll slide in the new coupe or the four door
I hit the gas and I'm gone, just like Wheezy
I'm outta here, all of my cars got a turbo
Do you even know how many records I've sold?
Heard your man on the road doing promo
You might see me at parties with room full of rappers
But I really don't wanna to go though
I was in traps, dirty pots in the sink
When I go back home, I feel like I'ma king
Too many chains, now my neck gotta kink
Cancel my plans, I'm too high, I can't link
She got her natural hair long
And she put shit on and that turn me on the most
All of my friends say I'm wrong
And she not the one but I flew her coast to coast

Everything I get her expensive
Take a good girl to the trenches
Keep her safe, I ain't really gotta mention
My shooters got dreads with extensions
Said she got no money, it's okay though
Keep her guapped up, I put her on payroll
Stress me out, she hate when I say no
Keep me locked in when she give brain though

Maybe it's your face
Maybe it's your lil' ass waste, maybe it's the way that you taste
Might be how you talk
Might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with a ass on top
Give me a kiss
Bracelet match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks
Get it 'fore it drop
Everything fresh out the box, Rick Owens, Vetemant socks

Pop me a Perc and I get on my mode
You know my problems, hope you don't expose
You give me yours and I'll give you my soul
Book a jet, tell me where you wanna go
Show you the real me, I'm dropping my guard
Let her go shopping, I give her my card
I get so high that I'm one with the stars
Take what I took and I'll take you to Mars
I got some secrets I keep in the dark
Only from you who I hate being apart
My baby don't play, Shanaynay her shades
Don't live by the book but we on the same page
You just tell me what you want and I got it
I'm really ballin', girl, stop being modest
Wanna be with me you gotta be cautious
Keep money flowing, can't let nothing stop it

Everything I get her expensive
Take a good girl to the trenches
Keep her safe, I ain't really gotta mention
My shooters got dreads with extensions
Said she got no money, it's okay though
Keep her guapped up, I put her on payroll
Stress me out, she hate when I say no
Keep me locked in when she give brain though

Maybe it's your face
Maybe it's your lil' ass waste, maybe it's the way that you taste
Might be how you talk
Might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with a ass on top
Give me a kiss
Bracelet match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks
Get it 'fore it drop
Everything fresh out the box, Rick Owens, Vetemant socks