Trippie Redd - Armani lyrics

[Chorus] My pockets are breaking the scale Damn, fu*king these hoes everyday, starting to think I need help Woah that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell I spent 20 racks on some clothes that I still ain't get to wear them Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel [Verse 1: K Suave] I be fresh as fu*k, for no reason, hoe I get high as sh*t, just to feel my body float Big body Benz, it look like a boat I pulled up on LA, and told them "Let's go" My b*tch keep a knife and I keep a pole My b*tch mad at me causе I'm D'Ming my hoes Rick hard fit when we pop out thеy all staring I bust up the whole room, I think I need some [?] Soon as i touch my first M, imma take care of mama bear 650 said my name already but i need some more Racing to that money, racing to that money Racing to that money, b*tch, I'm racing to that money Broke ass boy, can't get nothin' from me He want a verse but i told him, "Its ugly" She wanna fu*k, so I lift up her front piece All yellow Bentley, it look like a Taxi [Chorus] My pockets are breaking the scale Damn, fu*king these hoes everyday, starting to think I need help Woah that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell I spent 20 racks on some clothes that I still ain't get to wear them Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci Chanel [Verse 2: Autumn] This lil hoe all in my bag She wanna know when I'm coming in time [?], do you love me? thats all I like it Hop out the GLS baby with the forgiatos you know how we ride I guess this lil ni**a mad cause I just took a pic and his women was inside it She wanna fu*k but I think I like men cause [?] Couple of ni**as came up over me, how the fu*k could you say that im biased? These soft-ass ni**as Gucci the sweater my top, Gucci thats right on my body Rockin' Armani, armani, armani, armani, armani armani ni**a want beef, [?], well, I guess you have to fight me These ni**a really think we [?] [Chorus] My pockets are breaking the scale Damn, fu*king these hoes everyday, starting to think I need help Woah that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell I spent 20 racks on some clothes that I still ain't get to wear them Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani yeah gucci chanel Armani, Armani, Armani yeah gucci chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani yeah gucci chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani yeah gucci chanel