Lately I've been riding around in the hills in a Bentley
When I'm done, I step out, I'm dripping, I hopped in the Hemi
Might go to Rodeo and cash out on some Fendi Broken hearted, I ain't got no love left, I'm empty
I know who's against me, yeah, I can feel the envy
In the party, all these bitches on me while they tipsy
In the strip cup, bitches shakin' ass, sayin' tip me
They f*ckin' with me cause my pocket full of ones is crispy
Getting so much money, I'm bout to fly to Miami Hop on a yacht with your bitch and we gon' ride a jet ski
I got struggles still, I just don't ever let you see
I been goin' through it, but I promise God made me a beast
If I told you everything I went through growin' up, you wouldn't believe
But f*ck it, I'm still standin', I ain't ever been the one to preach
I ain't ever been the one to ever be a leech
Everybody tryna get in touch, so I got outta reach
I ain't ever in the mood to talk, try and keep it brief
Hate the fact that I'm winnin', so you stay in disbelief
Rolling Gelato 33 in my grabba leaf
While I'm in the foreign and I'm headed to Malibu Beach
Had to humble myself while I was in that jail cell
Everybody that came around got what they wanted, said farewell
Well shit, let me get a fair share, cause I never shared well
Too quick to never care, cause I never cared, could you tell
Lately I been ridin' around in the hills in a Bentley
When I'm done, I step out, I'm drippin', I hopped in a Hemi
Might go to Rodeo and cash out on some Fendi
Broken hearted, I ain't got no love left, I'm empty
I know who's against me, yeah, I can feel the envy
In the party, all these bitches on me while they tipsy
In the strip club, bitches shakin' ass, sayin' tip me
They f*ckin' with me cause my pocket full of ones is crispy
YungFang - In Tha Hills Lyrics
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Lately I've been riding around in the hills in a Bentley
When I'm done, I step out, I'm dripping, I hopped in the Hemi
Might go to Rodeo and cash out on some Fendi Broken hearted, I ain't got no love left, I'm empty
I know who's against me, yeah, I can feel the envy
In the party, all these bitches on me while they tipsy
In the strip cup, bitches shakin' ass, sayin' tip me
They f*ckin' with me cause my pocket full of ones is crispy
Getting so much money, I'm bout to fly to Miami Hop on a yacht with your bitch and we gon' ride a jet ski
I got struggles still, I just don't ever let you see
I been goin' through it, but I promise God made me a beast
If I told you everything I went through growin' up, you wouldn't believe
But f*ck it, I'm still standin', I ain't ever been the one to preach
I ain't ever been the one to ever be a leech
Everybody tryna get in touch, so I got outta reach
I ain't ever in the mood to talk, try and keep it brief
Hate the fact that I'm winnin', so you stay in disbelief
Rolling Gelato 33 in my grabba leaf
While I'm in the foreign and I'm headed to Malibu Beach
Had to humble myself while I was in that jail cell
Everybody that came around got what they wanted, said farewell
Well shit, let me get a fair share, cause I never shared well
Too quick to never care, cause I never cared, could you tell
Lately I been ridin' around in the hills in a Bentley
When I'm done, I step out, I'm drippin', I hopped in a Hemi
Might go to Rodeo and cash out on some Fendi
Broken hearted, I ain't got no love left, I'm empty
I know who's against me, yeah, I can feel the envy
In the party, all these bitches on me while they tipsy
In the strip club, bitches shakin' ass, sayin' tip me
They f*ckin' with me cause my pocket full of ones is crispy
When I'm done, I step out, I'm dripping, I hopped in the Hemi
Might go to Rodeo and cash out on some Fendi Broken hearted, I ain't got no love left, I'm empty
I know who's against me, yeah, I can feel the envy
In the party, all these bitches on me while they tipsy
In the strip cup, bitches shakin' ass, sayin' tip me
They f*ckin' with me cause my pocket full of ones is crispy
Getting so much money, I'm bout to fly to Miami Hop on a yacht with your bitch and we gon' ride a jet ski
I got struggles still, I just don't ever let you see
I been goin' through it, but I promise God made me a beast
If I told you everything I went through growin' up, you wouldn't believe
But f*ck it, I'm still standin', I ain't ever been the one to preach
I ain't ever been the one to ever be a leech
Everybody tryna get in touch, so I got outta reach
I ain't ever in the mood to talk, try and keep it brief
Hate the fact that I'm winnin', so you stay in disbelief
Rolling Gelato 33 in my grabba leaf
While I'm in the foreign and I'm headed to Malibu Beach
Had to humble myself while I was in that jail cell
Everybody that came around got what they wanted, said farewell
Well shit, let me get a fair share, cause I never shared well
Too quick to never care, cause I never cared, could you tell
Lately I been ridin' around in the hills in a Bentley
When I'm done, I step out, I'm drippin', I hopped in a Hemi
Might go to Rodeo and cash out on some Fendi
Broken hearted, I ain't got no love left, I'm empty
I know who's against me, yeah, I can feel the envy
In the party, all these bitches on me while they tipsy
In the strip club, bitches shakin' ass, sayin' tip me
They f*ckin' with me cause my pocket full of ones is crispy
Writer: Tate Webster
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