Goyard Bag
Fabolous"Goyard Bag" is a song by Fabolous, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:51 long and contains 74 lines and 628 words.
Lyrics
0:14Yeah yeah oh
0:21Yeah yeah
0:23Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
0:26Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
0:29And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
0:32Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
0:35Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah
0:38Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah
0:41Like call my private chef hold my stomach in
0:44Yeah I like 'em fried she like 'em sunny eggs
0:47Oh those some runny eggs
0:50I might flex around the world and then I start again
0:52I might flex around your girl and then
0:56Funny thing is you gon' cuff again
1:00Yeah I advise you
1:01Stop all the hatin' and you'll make it too
1:04Like I done had a situation but I made it through
1:07I paid 1000 for these shoes for my Yeezy cuffs too
1:10Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah ay
1:13Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah
1:16And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
1:19Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
1:22Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
1:25Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah
1:27Like I'm a private chef cook for money yeah
1:30Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
1:33Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag
1:37Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag
1:39My son told me keep makin' these old farts mad
1:42He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad
1:45Spittin' like they got it they on that mission
1:48Lookin' different when you see 'em rappers catfishin'
1:51Either Barney's Neiman Marcus so we Saks Fifthin'
1:54Always makin' movies but we never act different no
1:57Never changed up I just leveled up
2:00And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up
2:02Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up
2:05Never spoke on 'em I won't bring the devil up no
2:09Sometimes sayin' nothin' sayin' somethin'
2:12When your money talks now you're sayin' somethin'
2:15Ay if you ain't get a message that's a message
2:18Look y'all know who the freshest of the freshest
2:20Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah
2:23Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah
2:26And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
2:29Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
2:32Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
2:35Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah
2:38Like I'm a private chef cook for money yeah
2:41Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
2:44I've been talkin' to my idol
2:47I've been talkin' to my idol
2:49Nowadays I feel like I'm my own idol
2:53Scratch her off the list like a vinyl
2:55And now real girl I don't really like her
2:59I just really wanna just spike her
3:00Yeah yeah you know I night ya
3:04Hope ya wasn't thinkin' I'ma wife ya
3:07Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin'
3:10Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen
3:13I'm not just laid up with a baddie got some slop
3:15From her studio all winter just to drop hot summers yeah
3:19I be in my bag with no travel
3:22Let you be the judge get the gavel
3:25I think if I want you I can have you
3:28Every time I pull up on the avenue
3:30Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
3:34Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
3:36And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
3:39Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah
3:42Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah
3:45Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah
3:48Like call my private chef hold my stomach in
3:51Yeah I like 'em fried like 'em sunny eggs
Yeah yeah oh Yeah yeah Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like 'em fried she like 'em sunny eggs Oh those some runny eggs I might flex around the world and then I start again I might flex around your girl and then Funny thing is you gon' cuff again Yeah I advise you Stop all the hatin' and you'll make it too Like I done had a situation but I made it through I paid 1000 for these shoes for my Yeezy cuffs too Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah ay Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah Like I'm a private chef cook for money yeah Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag My son told me keep makin' these old farts mad He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad Spittin' like they got it they on that mission Lookin' different when you see 'em rappers catfishin' Either Barney's Neiman Marcus so we Saks Fifthin' Always makin' movies but we never act different no Never changed up I just leveled up And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up Never spoke on 'em I won't bring the devil up no Sometimes sayin' nothin' sayin' somethin' When your money talks now you're sayin' somethin' Ay if you ain't get a message that's a message Look y'all know who the freshest of the freshest Got the drop top runnin' for the summer yeah Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah Like I'm a private chef cook for money yeah Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs I've been talkin' to my idol I've been talkin' to my idol Nowadays I feel like I'm my own idol Scratch her off the list like a vinyl And now real girl I don't really like her I just really wanna just spike her Yeah yeah you know I night ya Hope ya wasn't thinkin' I'ma wife ya Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin' Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen I'm not just laid up with a baddie got some slop From her studio all winter just to drop hot summers yeah I be in my bag with no travel Let you be the judge get the gavel I think if I want you I can have you Every time I pull up on the avenue Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Say I know why you mad cause I'm stuntin' yeah Wakin' up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin' on that gas smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like 'em fried like 'em sunny eggs
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