Xavier Weeks - Remedy lyrics
[Xavier Weeks - Remedy lyrics]
(yeah, oh my, oh my god)
Talk to the money, that money my therapy
I put my heart and
My Balenciaga in vietnamese (woah)
Pour me a cup mix it up with some remedy
Bitch goin’ out, you be out like benebis
(ayyy yo)
Locking the k i feel like i’m Kenny B
Be working so hard, i feel like it's 10 of me
Add it up, add it up, add it up
With them Kenny Beats
No new friends, everybody’s the enemy
We gotta run it up, run it up (run it up)
I gotta run it up, run it up (woah)
It seems like the closer i
Get, the harder it gets
I take all my feelings out (woo)
Malibu beach, Malibu streets
I think i need me a bigger house (woo)
We the flyest jets
(woo) , i got a new patekskii
Beamer to benz, beamer to Bentley (hey hey)
Had to cut them off that
Shit was stressin’ me (stressing me)
She got Louis Vuitton she bleeding red feet
(red feet)
I done put them on, look how they did me
Pull up in the flyest shit
Me and my brothers be high as shit
It’s gon pay off in a year
All the time i spent meet me in a year
And i’ll see you on some different shit
My hoes rock balenci
Fuck the last gucci belts
I already said what i said
Don’t wanna hear what you said that’s no time
I put on a whole lotta red
I put a whole lotta red
In this motherfuckin’ guap (guap)
Doing your dance on the ground
Saying that my brothers are stars
He milly rock
I get sad at shore, huh, i spent bags at uh
(Huh oh) , I gotta run it up
Run it up (huh oh)
I gotta run it up run it up
Your bitch going down she devilish (oh-wow)
I’m doing me, feeling like i’ve done enough
I remember we were getting stacks for lunch
Now i just go to stacks for brunch (woah oh)
I Call Of Duty, got packed a punched (woah)
Blowin’ that gas in my lungs (woo)
Talk to the money, that money my therapy
I put my heart and
My Balenciaga in vietnamese (woah)
Pour me a cup mix it up with some remedy
Bitch goin’ out, you be out like benebis
(ayyy yo)
Locking the k i feel like i’m Kenny B
Be working so hard, i feel like it's 10 of me
Add it up, add it up, add it up
With them Kenny Beats
No new friends, everybody’s the enemy
We gotta run it up, run it up (run it up)
I gotta run it up, run it up (woah)
It seems like the closer i
Get, the harder it gets
I take all my feelings out (woo)
Malibu beach, Malibu streets
I think i need me a bigger house (woo)
We the flyest jets
(woo) , i got a new patekskii
Beamer to benz, beamer to Bentley (hey hey)
Had to cut them off that
Shit was stressin’ me (stressing me)
She got Louis Vuitton she bleeding red feet
(red feet)
I done put them on, look how they did me
Pull up in the flyest shit
Me and my brothers be high as shit
It’s gon pay off in a year
All the time i spent meet me in a year
And i’ll see you on some different shit
My hoes rock balenci
Fuck the last gucci belts
I already said what i said
Don’t wanna hear what you said that’s no time
I put on a whole lotta red
I put a whole lotta red
In this motherfuckin’ guap (guap)
Doing your dance on the ground
Saying that my brothers are stars
He milly rock
I get sad at shore, huh, i spent bags at uh
(Huh oh) , I gotta run it up
Run it up (huh oh)
I gotta run it up run it up
Your bitch going down she devilish (oh-wow)
I’m doing me, feeling like i’ve done enough
I remember we were getting stacks for lunch
Now i just go to stacks for brunch (woah oh)
I Call Of Duty, got packed a punched (woah)
Blowin’ that gas in my lungs (woo)