Culture Jam & Capella Grey – Bestie Lyrics

Culture Jam Bestie Lyrics, Bestie Lyrics by Culture Jam & Capella Grey ft A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Two-fifty on the dash, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain’t gotta worry ’bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It’s okay, you’ll be okay

She know it ain’t no talkin’, no, she want ’em, I got ’em
My baby don’t want for nothin’, even though I got money, she grindin’
Let her count the backends in there, we spend it on watches
Ain’t switch up at all, same shawty since rappin’
She ain’t gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanction
My bougie baddie, they don’t even get to thank you, uh
That’s why she shock ’em when I’m doin’, uh

Two-fifty on the dash, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain’t gotta worry ’bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key/Kia, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It’s okay, you’ll be okay

Uh, you know how I’m comin’, it ain’t trickin’ if you got it
You can use my budget, and I promise I won’t finish until you start cummin’
You can use my love, after you use my number
You can lose my number
She rock Mike Amiris, so you know I fucked her
Rockin’ fly shit only, she get all that from me
Yeah, her Monclerc furry, Louis V her luggage
Showin’ off in public, yeah, I love it

Two-fifty on the dash, so you probably miss me (Look)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Look)
Trust me you ain’t gotta worry ’bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It’s okay, you’ll be okay

She know it ain’t no talkin’, no, she want ’em, I got ’em
My baby don’t want for nothin’, even though I got money, she grindin’
Let her count the backends in there, we spend it on watches
Ain’t switch up at all, same shawty since rappin’
She ain’t gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanction
My bougie baddie, they don’t even get to thank you, uh
That’s why she shock ’em when I’m doin’, uh

Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
No
No, babe