Goyard Bag

Goyard Bag - Fabolous/Lil Uzi Vert

Written by：John Jackson/Keith Boyd Jr./Lyle Leduff/Ruben Bailey/Andre Benjamin/Thomas Callaway/Joi Gilliam/Erica Wright/Symere Woods/Myrna Brown/Antwan Patton

Yeah yeah oh

Yeah yeah

Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah

Goyard bag with a hundred yeah

And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah

Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah

Like call my private chef hold my stomach in

Yeah I like 'em fried she like 'em sunny eggs

Oh those some runny eggs

I might flex around the world and then I start again

I might flex around your girl and then

Funny thing is you gon' cuff again

Yeah I advise you

Stop all the hatin' and you'll make it too

Like I done had a situation but I made it through

I paid 1000 for these shoes for my Yeezy cuffs too

Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah ay

Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah

And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah

Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah

Like I'm a private chef cook for money yeah

Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs

Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag

Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag

My son told me keep makin' these old farts mad

He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad

Spittin' like they got it they on that mission

Lookin' different when you see 'em rappers catfishin'

Either Barney's Neiman Marcus so we Saks Fifthin'

Always makin' movies but we never act different no

Never changed up I just leveled up

And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up

Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up

Never spoke on 'em I won't bring the devil up no

Sometimes sayin' nothin' sayin' somethin'

When your money talks now you're sayin' somethin'

Ay if you ain't get a message that's a message

Look y'all know who the freshest of the freshest

Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah

Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah

And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah

Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah

Like I'm a private chef cook for money yeah

Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs

I've been talkin' to my idol

I've been talkin' to my idol

Nowadays I feel like I'm my own idol

Scratch her off the list like a vinyl

And now real girl I don't really like her

I just really wanna just spike her

Yeah yeah you know I night ya

Hope ya wasn't thinkin' I'ma wife ya

Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin'

Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen

I'm not just laid up with a baddie got some slop

From her studio all winter just to drop hot summers yeah

I be in my bag with no travel

Let you be the judge get the gavel

I think if I want you I can have you

Every time I pull up on the avenue

Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah

Goyard bag with a hundred yeah

And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah

Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah

Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah

Like call my private chef hold my stomach in

Yeah I like 'em fried like 'em sunny eggs