Joziah - Yves Saint Laurent Lyrics

Yves Saint Laurent
And i'm counting up dough by the ton.
I remember, my pocket had none
Now it's "Momma go look at your son"
I'm up in the truck, i'm swerving it for fun
Too tuff, yea i'm going high
Link up, she all in my ride
Link up, yea i'm in a black truck with the bros like Joe Biden
I'm hot, yea i'm going high
On the block, yea i'm moving low
Spin a block, kick down that door
Boy you know we don't beef over hoes
Boy you know we don't beef over cake
I just stay out the way, get the pape
I'm in a TrackHawk Jeep, bro in a SRT, said he tryna race
(Huh, ok) (Huh, for sure)
I don't really care about the fame, I ain't tryna end up in a hearse
If he move funny then we burst
New heater, it came with a torch
I don't know why they act like i'm worse
Probably cause every weekend i'm up in the Turks and Caicos
She want to link, i'm in Clayco
I'm tryna spin, got new F&N, she told me i'm lying that's case closed
She say I'm fake, I ain't fake tho
No, I don't hang with no lame hoe
I'm tryna spend me a band with my team
Tryna spend a band with the bros
Yves Saint Laurent
And i'm counting up dough by the ton
I remember, my pocket had none
Now it's "Momma go look at your son"
I'm up in the truck, i'm swerving it for fun
Too tuff, yea i'm going high
Link up, she all in my ride
Link up, yea i'm in a black truck with the bros like Joe Biden
I'm hot, yea i'm going high
On the block, yea i'm moving low
Spin a block, kick down that door
Boy you know we don't beef over hoes
Boy you know we don't beef over cake
I just stay out the way, get the pape
I'm in a TrackHawk Jeep, bro in a SRT, said he tryna race