Autumn! - Dont Ya! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Dont Ya! lyrics]
Woah, huh woah, huh
(He slayed this one)
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don't ya? Balenciaga's on ya
You want the Fendi, don't ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Wanna hit Benny's don't ya?
I could spend plenty on ya
Used to be broke as hell
Went and put some Amiri's on me
Passion fruit lemonade, mix it up with Mimosa
Baby I just want you closer
This ain't never gon' be over
We could hop in a CLA
Or we could hop in the Rover
Let me know what you wanna
Do if you coming over
I'm in the O with my soldiers
We getting bread like we supposed to
Now everybody know us
Walk in the mall and get noticed
Doin' this shit, gotta focus
They watch every move tryna scope us
Say you want smoke well then show us
All of these niggas below us
I'm in the Benz, not a Focus boy you owe us
'Cause me and my brothers like Jonas
Boy you hopeless
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don't ya? Balenciaga's on ya
You want the Fendi, don't ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don't ya? Balenciaga's on ya
You want the Fendi, don't ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
(He slayed this one)
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don't ya? Balenciaga's on ya
You want the Fendi, don't ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Wanna hit Benny's don't ya?
I could spend plenty on ya
Used to be broke as hell
Went and put some Amiri's on me
Passion fruit lemonade, mix it up with Mimosa
Baby I just want you closer
This ain't never gon' be over
We could hop in a CLA
Or we could hop in the Rover
Let me know what you wanna
Do if you coming over
I'm in the O with my soldiers
We getting bread like we supposed to
Now everybody know us
Walk in the mall and get noticed
Doin' this shit, gotta focus
They watch every move tryna scope us
Say you want smoke well then show us
All of these niggas below us
I'm in the Benz, not a Focus boy you owe us
'Cause me and my brothers like Jonas
Boy you hopeless
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don't ya? Balenciaga's on ya
You want the Fendi, don't ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don't ya? Balenciaga's on ya
You want the Fendi, don't ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don't ya?
You want Chanel, don't ya?
You want the Prada, don't ya?