Letra Huh Rjmrla

Huh

Sit it on your face, huh
Digging in your safe, huh
Huh, that Chanel on my waist, huh
You can see me in a Wraith, huh
Huh, put my kids in all Bape, huh
Huh, huh
Got a billionaire face, huh
Got some million dollar traits, huh

I feel like fuck Complex, they don't know us
Make a milli out the mud, like we slow [?]
[?] ain't fucking with my [?]
Getting Chilly, no T-Baz
You the one, I'ma put it on my gun
Girl you know you dope, you got me [?] my tongue
When [?] falling in it til I'm sprung
Leaning on this drum, let me beat it through the slums
Uh huh
For all my independent getting rich bitches
[?] Louie [?] A-List bitches
Excuse me, miss, you don't mix with the mistresses
It just sit different

Sit it on your face, huh
Digging in your safe, huh
Huh, that Chanel on my waist, huh
You can see me in a Wraith, huh
Huh, put my kids in all Bape, huh
Huh, huh
Got a billionaire face, huh
Got some million dollar traits, huh

Tell me how it taste
He don't wanna play, he just ate
Million dollar traits, catch a [?] with the safe
Hop up in the Wraith, [?] ceiling like they drapes
Leave them in they feelings, got me feeling like I'm Drake
Yes, mam
Still Bree with 2 E's
Yes, mam
They teaming up like [?]
Yes, mam
Out west, I'm the queen
Hands down
Hold your head down when I'm talking
[?] see how it sound when I'm talking
Roley face 40, want a crown, keep [?]
9000 dollars for the gown, that's a bargan
[?] lay flat on the ground like a carpet

Sit it on your face, huh
Digging in your safe, huh
Huh, that Chanel on my waist, huh
You can see me in a Wraith, huh
Huh, put my kids in all Bape, huh
Huh, huh
Got a billionaire face, huh
Got some million dollar traits, huh