I ain't looking for no friendship
'Cause nobody else worth your attention
Said don't worry about what you be dressed in
You gon' come through looking real expensive

I could put some Balmain on your jeans
I could put some Prada on your tees
Say I'm playin' baby how you mean
Who you foolin' baby honestly
I could put some Balmain on your jeans
I could put that Fendi on your feed
You and I they can't get in between
Who you foolin' baby honestly

Oh you tripping shawty who is that
Girl your purse look empty what's in there (Oh, what's in there)
'Cause he do not treat you proper
Ain't got no money he got no options
Way you be looking I thank your father
Way you be looking I thank your mama aye
Damn right, and she really wanna know what it feel like
And I woke up with a bag and it's real life
Hit the store I never check the tag on a off white bands gotta count twice
Girl I need you around
Hold it down hold it down
If your down then I'm down, yeah

I ain't looking for no friendship
'Cause nobody else worth your attention
Said don't worry about what you be dressed in
You gon' come through looking real expensive

I could put some Balmain on your jeans
I could put some Prada on your tees
Say I'm playin' baby how you mean
Who you foolin' baby honestly
I could put some Balmain on your jeans
I could put that Fendi on your feed
You and I they can't get in between
Who you foolin' baby honestly

They ain't nothing like you don't you ask me 'bout my past yeah
Weekend out in London you could put it on my tab yeah
Stack up in my backpack they hate hear my laugh yeah
(Stack up in my backpack, hear me laugh)
Ain't tryna get in between you and your friends
I know they jealous they don't get what you get
And I'm just plotting on a check on a check
They pull up on us Imma aim at they neck
Every time
Every time, yeah

I ain't looking for no friendship
'Cause nobody else worth your attention
Said don't worry about what you be dressed in
You gon' come through looking real expensive

I could put some Balmain on your jeans
I could put some Prada on your tees
Say I'm playin' baby how you mean
Who you foolin' baby honestly
I could put some Balmain on your jeans
I could put that Fendi on your feed
You and I they can't get in between
Who you foolin' baby honestly