Saint Laurent Boo

[Chorus - Sheperd]
I make money when I want
I make money so I flaunt
Already copped the things you bought bitch
I am Mr. Get Guwap
Dollar signs I see a lot
That’s the reason my neck frost
People say I smoke a lot well bitch I got it from my pops
Never worried bout’ a hater, only think about my bands
I ain’t got no time to worry, gotta think about my cash
Tell her come over and bring yo’ friends, it’s just me and my man’s
We be runnin’ up a cheque and we be fuckin’ up a bag ya’

[Verse 1 - Sheperd]
Ey I got so much attention on me
See me out in person, tell your friends you saw me
Life is not a game, this is not jumanji (nah!)
They tryna’ get on my nerves like I won’t respond (please)
I keep it forreal and that’s word to John
Bitch I’m bout’ to kill and that’s word to ma (that my mama!)
Never pass the ball why I’m passin’ y’all
Characters, man this shit look like a casting call (ey)
Easy, easy young like Jeezy, young like Bans (Bans!)
Every night I dream about making a hunnid bands (racks!)
Asian baddie, live in Cali man that’s in the plans (plans!)
Wanna know about me? Fam, listen to my jams (facts!)
Never bit my tongue for no one uh uh no I can’t (no!)
Even back when we smokin’ out the Caravan (cookie!)
Back when it was never sunny and I was under rain
My girl throwin’ shade again, I popped a hunnid’ veins!
Ey, yeuh
I’m so glad it’s over now
Can’t let no one get between me and my motive now
Haven’t done a festival yet, but I’m rollin’ loud
Lick it, light it, burn the best, while we run around
I spend money when I want to
Bad bitch with me and she flaunt too
That’s my little Saint Laurent boo
Saint Laurent perfume, Saint Laurent shoes
I spend money when I want to
Bad bitch with me and she flaunt too
That’s my little Saint Laurent boo
Saint Laurent perfume, Saint Laurent shoes

[Chorus]
I make money when I want
I make money so I flaunt
Already copped the things you bought bitch
I am Mr. Get Guwap
Dollar signs I see a lot
That’s the reason my neck frost
People say I smoke a lot well bitch I got it from my pops
Never worried bout’ a hater, only think about my bands
I ain’t got no time to worry, gotta think about my cash
Tell her come over and bring yo’ friends, it’s just me and my man’s
We be runnin’ up a cheque and we be fuckin’ up a bag ya’

[Verse 2 - BigSousa]
Race right to the racks
Race right to hunnids I race right to that bag
I ain’t got no flash and yet my diamonds wanna dance
You be talking about yo bank I got my money on my hand
Making moves gotta watch my back
Took no L’s maybe why I brag
All this ice a cold you go catch
My ears got that drip that splash
I make money when I want to
I make money why I want you
Really I forgot about you
Ever since the money came through
Now that I’m poppin'
I buy whatever I want whenever I'm shopping
They talkin like they mad but they be steady watching
His girlfriend say she like the way I’m rockin'
Never thought of going broke that ain’t an option
That’s why I’m flaunting
They just hate cause I got cake and I ain’t stopping nah
My neck got some weight, ear rings skate my wrist tocking yea
I don’t Molly rock or Diddy bop, I’m Sousa boppin'
Me n you we don’t relate
Dollar signs all in my face
Love it when I’m getting paid
Me and easy got that heat that make yo shawty wanna stay
I got cash on top of cash I’m really doing what I say
I spend money when I want to
Bad bitch with me and she flaunt too
That’s my little Saint Laurent boo
Saint Laurent perfume, Saint Laurent shoes
I spend money when I want to
Bad bitch with me and she flaunt too
That’s my little Saint Laurent boo
Saint Laurent perfume, Saint Laurent shoes

[Chorus - Big Sousa & Sheperd]
I make money when I want
I make money so I flaunt
Already copped the things you bought bitch
I am Mr. Get Guwap
Dollar signs I see a lot
That’s the reason my neck frost
People say I smoke a lot well bitch I got it from my pops
Never worried bout’ a hater, only think about my bands
I ain’t got no time to worry, gotta think about my cash
Tell her come over and bring yo’ friends, it’s just me and my man’s
We be runnin’ up a cheque and we be fuckin’ up a bag ya’