Dim sum – Vic Mensa feat. Valee lyrics

Lyrics Valee – Dim sum – Vic Mensa

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
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.
(Valee – Dim Sum)

Me and Valee got the city hot
Valet the DB11 at Diddy’s spot
I don’t usually rap ’bout the s**t I got
You a hater for a living, that’s a shitty 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 s**t 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 s**t funny
Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino.

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
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.

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.

I can see s**t clear
I rock the zones, I see the fu s**t clear, hey
Hundred thousand on me, hey
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I got my own money, yeah.

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.

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 .., this ain’t no Little Caesars
My Chinese bitches 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.

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 youuu.
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Dim sum - Vic Mensa
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  1. March 16, 2018

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