Sainte - Y2K Lyrics

Yeah, it's YS, look

Crop tops and all them shades don't make you Y2K
What the hell you want beef with me? I don't know you, bro, go wash them plates
Make sure you want VVS and a necklace too like she know my pay
Lil' bro, I ain't no demon, but your girl needs Sainte
I think I just told them my way
But I ain't sure cah I was waved
I won't take your number tonight, why? I gotta do research, should be safe
If you want, you can break this down, I got two hundred bands in the safe
What I bring to the table, I can't be specific 'bout premium play
You know I like premium cake and you got that premium face
How I know I got premium taste and above
I know it don't really make sense, but it does
I hit the road when I moves for fun
But I'm still looking for the woman I love
I need someone to show permanent love
Until then, I ain't openin' up
I just wanna get this cash
Can't live slow, gotta get rich fast
How do I know that you want a rich man?
How do you know that I get big bands?
Yeah
Still local

You tried so hard, I can tell you ain't been blessed in a minute
Maybe I been so gone, I wanna see you flex when you get it
Flex, flex when you get it

Let me see you flex when you get it
Baby, don't you sweat when you get it
I can work out, I'm used to it
Twenty-four carats, couple jewels in it
Clean buckle duffel, I don't care if I keep my tools in it
Ys found his groove in it, his crew is sick
Always stayin' loyal, flexing shoes and grips, juicy pics
Pillow talks are vital, you've got juicy lips
And I'm smooth with it, you can Google it
If I get this bag, you know I'm twosing it
My Arcteryx jacket screaming, "Fashion buyer"
I know you know you know you're dress in hot attire
Party skipping, I like making moves, you like to party high
You're waking up at two, but just to crash at five
Over time, doing extra flexing flats and extra check-ins
Suiting LV luggage, brodie, this a business setting
I ain't know you knew my brethren, he ain't even mention
Oh, snap, we seen your method, bro, you're putting effort

Yeah, you tried so hard, I can tell you ain't been blessed in a minute
Maybe I been so gone, I just wanna see you flex when you get it

Of course they only notice how you look at me
'Cause your heart is mine to take
It's my fault, I try to be fashionably late