Yung$av! - His and Hers

She said she want the world
And now she have it
Sit court side at the game
With matching Pateks
Your friend can get one too
Stop being dramatic
This drip's a drug
We fiending
Both some addicts
The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
The bag came
His and Hers
Just look at the tag
Says his and hers
The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
The bag came
His and Hers
Just look at the tag
Says his and hers

The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
Her friend she want the purse
But she just wants a fur
She want a fur
Then she gonna get that
Pendants like water
Swim about 6 laps
Calling me gadget
Imma inspect that
Your shit ain't clear
Should go get your cheque back
Saying I'm crazy
That I'm off the leash
Hop out the studio
Turn to a beast
Know it's The Savage
he black out on beats
Loved in the 'burbs
And he loved in the streets
She rocking diamonds
All over her feet
I'm rocking Goyard
I'm looking so neat
Life's been a race
And we on different speeds
But mine is top level
This kid is elite
The kid is elite
I swear, he never lose
You sleeping on me
It's the worst time to snooze
It's on my life imma make it come true
She got red bottoms my bottoms is blue
Richard Mill, left hand
AP, right hand
Shut it all down
Then I knock off the mic stand
Fuck all the hype man
Y$, the right man
Got it all planned, understand
What she want

She said she want the world
And now she have it
Sit court side at the game
With matching Pateks
Your friend can get one too
Stop being dramatic
This drip's a drug
We fiending
Both some addicts
The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
The bag came
His and Hers
Just look at the tag
Says his and hers
The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
The bag came
His and Hers
Just look at the tag
Says his and hers

Just look at the tags
They say His and Hers
Short days, long nights
Shit is a blur
Living my dreams out
with every verse
Clipping the doubters
And I'll drive the hearse
Copped me a foreign
Got me a Cheque
Spent it on 'guettes
They all on my neck
Tom Ford suit with a flooded Patek
They don't even know what's next
When I'm in my bag, I'm vicious
My bitch, she bad, delicious
All of my verses, scriptures
Make the world quake with fissures
Don't call me Cosmo
Don't call me Wanda
I'm out here granting wishes
Leave puddles and splashes, splishes
Could be a tenant for fishes
She want the matching Richards
Both of them come in a set
I don't mean to flex
But I need my cheques
And yellow canary stones
Around my neck
Pull up to the scene
and I leave a wreck
Gas loud as sirens that serve and protect
Went from a G Shock to a Patek
She want a bussdown
Nigga what's next
Chain from Y$

She said she want the world
And now she have it
Sit court side at the game
With matching Pateks
Your friend can get one too
Stop being dramatic
This drip's a drug
We fiending
Both some addicts
The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
The bag came
His and Hers
Just look at the tag
Says his and hers
The Rollie came
His and Hers
The Wraith came
His and Hers
The bag came
His and Hers
Just look at the tag
Says his and hers

Written by:
Ian Mukundi

Publisher:
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