Self Made Video (MV)

I need me a bag, I need me a tote (Let's go!)
F*ck on your bitch, get in a boat
Spend one thousand on a moncler coat
I'm dropping a song and giving em' quotes
I wanna see how deep is her throat (Ugh!)
I ain't do shit, but I am the goat
I'm on a highway in LA on go (Skrt Skrt)
Chains Eliantte my drip is for sure
Since I got Gucci i stay on the low (On the low!)
Cause I got bitches stealin my flow
Pour me a four, everything slow
F*ck on a bitch, f*ck on yo hoe
I did it again, three times in a row
I got some chains, you see them glow
I got my own stu', soon imma blow
I got these bitches they hitting the woah
There you go, Louis the coat
Cartier shades, Rollie on my wrist
I got a bag, guccis on me
I told that bitch get on your knees (On your knees!)
No cap and gown she'll get a degree
I spilled this drank all over my tee
Double P's on my tee that's Phillipe
I'm on designer I can't wear cheap (That's on god!)
Off white on my body I need me a baddy
I told that bitch she can do me the sloppy
When I bring the hundreds they changin the topic
Cause' they can't afford it, look at my wallet (That's on god!)
Butterfly doors on the coupe on go
In a blink of an eye I'm changing the flow
The bitch that you claim, call me CEO
I look at my closet I need me sum mo'
I'm lootin I'm tunin, I'm shootin I'm moving
I show you my stuff you and know that I'm proving
I made it myself, I'm never losing (Uh-uh!)
You see the link and you know that is cuban
Spent one thou' in a pair of tennis shoes
Between me and you I'm the one she'll choose
I'm always up you know I never snooze
I put up the hundreds you put up the views
I got shootas and shootas they ready to shoot (Toot toot toot toot!)
We never chasin a hoe, get the loot
The bih and her friend blow me like a flute
I got CC's and VV's you look at the suit
I match the blazer with givenchy boots
My drip european, my drip absolute
They want me down, but I never lose
I'm laughing and laughing while I'm on a cruise
We going up, skyscraper (Yeah!)
Trapping since early, we get the paper (Ay!)
I got the sauce, you pick the flavor (Which one?)
He ain't legit that boy he a faker (Uh?)
I'm living a fast life, this not a movie (Tarantino!)
I do what I want because I'm too groovy
I can't let her go inside, she a groupie
I can't let her go inside cause' I'm choosy