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Yeah It's VEDO, baby You know who you with Top floor on the balcony at the Ritz That Cartier poppin' shit on your wrist Private flight leave at six We in Paris by this afternoon That's what you get (Yeah) That's 'cause you bad and on your shit (On your shit) Louis, Laurent or Dior, you ain't gotta pick You could have all that shit I'ma let you shower Bring the champagne menu You (You) deserve (Deserve) You (You) so worth it (Yeah) I don't mind splurgin' You ain't gotta pay a dime, baby, you earned it I just wanna gift, gift you somethin' That you'd probably brag about (Make you proud) Go 'head and pop your shit (Pop your shit) You can tell 'em what Daddy did I got you braggin' to your close friends My man, my man, captions, romance SongtexteI got you braggin' to your timeline No face, just vibes, we outside Now they like, "Do he got some friends?" But you can't talk too long, ain't no reception on this beach They don't know your location, they just see sand on your feet Caribbean Ocean clear water on your body You ain't gotta say it but I know that you're a freak You never wear no underwear, oh I'ma blow this money everywhere, oh This boss shit, you know that it's rare, yeah We can buy it, cop it in every color Baby, you (You) deserve (Deserve) You (You) so worth it (So worth it) I don't mind splurgin' (Nah) You ain't gotta pay a dime, baby, you earned it I just wanna gift, gift you somethin' That you'd probably brag about (That you'd brag about, girl) Go 'head and pop your shit (Pop your shit, girl) You can tell 'em what Daddy did (Yeah) I got you braggin' to your close friends (Yeah) My man, my man (My man, my man), captions, romance I got you braggin' to your timeline No face, just vibes (Just vibes), we outside (We outside) Now they like, "Do he got some friends?" My man, my man, captions, romance I got you braggin' to your timeline No face, just vibes, we outside I got you braggin' to your friends, oh Aus Songtexte Mania