TreySosa - Saks Fifth lyrics

rate me

If we fucking hit this lick

We gone our ass to Saks Fifth

If we fucking hit this lick

We gone our ass to Saks Fifth

Damn, I need them wallets, nigga

I need them bracelets and them garments, nigga

I’m flexing hard and I’m getting paper

Noosky with the fucking scraper

All we like is foreign shit

I fucked a hoe, she foreign, bitch

I need them racks and plus my chewing bag

Tell that bitch she gotta kiss my ass

I’m running through that fucking cash

Bitch gonna pass, I got that gas

I’m smoking on the best of dope

Bitches know I’m working with that work

I’m working, I heard she wanna fuck my watch

Best believe she up and me some top

Designer all I fucking know

Hit my line, Pablo, I got that dough

I’m scoring shit like I’m Eskimo

He run my bands, I’m always needing more

Call me TreySosa, I’m the dirty hoe

I might fuck a hoe and top the store

If we fucking hit this lick

We gone our ass to Saks Fifth

If we fucking hit this lick

We gone our ass to Saks Fifth