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Look at my stuff
Isn't it neat?
Even though I’ve collected some heat
Wouldn't you say I'm the boy...
The boy who has nothing?
Look at these shops
How many wonders does Très Bien hold?
Surfing for jawnz on here you’d think
Sure I’m the most swagless
You want fire sneaks?
Hit the boutique
Because who cares
Can’t get enough
Must cop more
I want to flex where the people are
I wanna see...
Want to see their jaws drop
Staring right at my
Whad-ya call ‘em? Oh, alphettsssss
Going to the mall, your ‘fit’s trash
Shopping is required for stunting, ‘gramming
Making everyone smash that
(What's that word again?) MF Like button
Up where they don’t run
Because sneakers are deadstock
Up where they can pronounce Dries Van Noten
Wish I could be
Part of that crew
What would I give
If I could live
Just like Jonah Hill?
What would I do
If I could be
Betcha in Japan
Bet they don’t drag their sons doing it for the culture
Fitted out young men
Sick of the trends
Ready to Snap
And ready to shop where influencers do
Answer my questions and find out who’s a god?
What’s a fire jawn and why’s it
What’s the word? Liiiiiiiiit
Where is my fit?
Wouldn’t I love, love to extend my credit limit
What’s in my cart
Is what’s in my heart
My greatest cop