Xavier Weeks - No Stylist lyrics

Oh my god ch'yeah

(Cm not again)

You got it, got it on my body, plot it
When you rich like this, you poppin
(aye yeah) i'm dried up, and i copped it
She go to college, knowledge (knowledge)
She got some mileage hybrid
Spent 10 bands on fly shit (oh woah)
Got some new drip, no stylist
And i know my brothers
And he say you a bitch, you a bitch
On my mother (yessir)
And i got my brothers, maybe your problems
I don't never go out (no)

And i do me, give a fuck about yourself
And she do her, but she do it for the gram
And she told her friends
She going to the bank
But shе told me that she on her way
(on hеr way)
She just wanna cuff on me (woah)
Then she gonna call me (oh my god)
Got racks on the money trees
Feel like these things are under me
All the hate and the bad vibes is under me
(oh) they got a lot of saying
But won't say it to your face
Yeah keep more word, this type of way
(for real) meet a bad bitch, my type today

She wanna holler for a dollar
I'm a real slight boy like impala
Said she got a man that's no problem
She pull up to the V when i'm in Cabo
Say her man know she in Cabo (Cabo)
But she gonna dance like she a model (model)
Said she want me, said she want a rockstar
(aye, yeah, yeah)
But i cannot do it, that's too much drama
(oh woah)

You got it, got it on my body, plot it
When you rich like this, you poppin
(aye yeah) i'm dried up, and i copped it
She go to college, knowledge (knowledge)
She got some mileage hybrid
Spent 10 bands on fly shit (oh woah)
Got some new drip, no stylist
And i know my brothers
And he say you a bitch, you a bitch
On my mother (yessir)
And i got my brothers, maybe your problems
I don't never go out (no)

Hey yeah oh my
Oh my god