I got my Gucci frames on,- With a fresh white tee,- Double Gz on the belt,- On some new stacked jeans,- With some all black forces - And the all black strings,- Got my bitch looking like - Nigga come back here,- Wait a minute- where you going,- Never mind- I’m coming wit you,- Yea - I knew that shit was coming - I’ll be back- to come and get you,- Cause you know-I stay fresh,- And I don’t even need a reason,- I got shoes for the summer,-And jackets for every season,- And you know -I only shop - Where they be watching in store,- I might pull my money out,- And walk the fuck up out the store,- If I get that shit online,-better walk it to my door,- And It ain’t nothing bout me fake,-but the people at my door,- When I get my fitteds- I be wanting shit that I ain’t even seen yet,- People get to asking me- where I be getting things at,- I tell em- it was a gift - usually they get the drift,- Usually-and if they don’t,-then I just hit em in the lip,- When I got my bitch with me -we be chasing after bags,- We be racing to the money -while we match each other swag,- And you know that it’s authentic-nigga let me find the tag,- I just like what I’d be wearing-I am even trying to brag,-