[Chorus: Valee & Vic Mensa]
I don't know 'bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know 'bout you
I don't know 'bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It's high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey (Vino Valentino)
I don't know 'bout you
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Me and Valee got the city hot
Valet the DB11 at Diddy's spot
I don't usually rap 'bout the sh** I got
You a hater for a living, that's a sh**ty job
I just made 2 mil, I don't milly rock
My IG inbox is full of forget-me-nots
They know I got my own money
Handmade t-shirt, it's Off-White Murakami
Met her at Equinox, she got no tummy, hey
Cartier lenses, I see the fu sh** 20/20, hey
You hate your life, you checkin' the price
I don't use Tinder, all I do is swipe
Glock 17 as I kiss you goodnight
I'm not 17, b**h, I don't want to fight
Just performed at Playhouse, left with a Play Bunny
Michael Jordan's Steakhouse, fillet, sautéed onions
He say he gon' rob me, he think he Davis, haha, that sh** funny
Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino
[Chorus: Valee]
I don't know 'bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know 'bout you
I don't know 'bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It's high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know 'bout you
[Verse 2: Valee]
Sittin' at the light, I rock Off-White
Four-door is white, my diamonds bright
Stayed up tonight, late up, you right
Yves St. Laurent, baby, you're mine
You trippin', yeah, I'm gon' leave you
Cross-shoulder Gucci knapsack, I see you
Promethazine with no ice, I don't need you
Push up in the driveway, no top, don't need you
Stop and wipe off my Margielas, they bleedin' (hey, yeah)
I'm off a Percocet 30, don't need it (yeah, huh)
That ain't no real Actavis, you can keep it (tuh, uh huh)
Your b**h top model, that's why she conceited (yeah, uh huh)
[Bridge: Valee]
I can see sh** clear
I rock the zones, I see the fu sh** clear, hey
Hundred thousand on me, hey
I got my own money, yeah
[Chorus: Valee]
I don't know 'bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It's high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know 'bout you
[Verse 3: Valee & Vic Mensa]
I'm in the Ferrari Modena
I'm in that new Spider, this not a four seater
b**h got an Aston Martin, no Gina
I painted my nails red, her hair red, paprika
Ooh, she need security, Brinks her
I took her to Catch, this ain't no Little Caesars
My Chinese b**hes bad, they look like a Geisha
My African b**h bad, she pray to Orishas
I'm smokin' loud like an ice cream truck speakers
It's Halloween, I'm in Christian Dior creepers
This is not Pucci, this some Gucci sneakers
I don't know 'bout you, hey
[Chorus: Valee]
I don't know 'bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know 'bout you