Yeat - BË QUIET

Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah
I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black
Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me
Smack they ass with revеrse-able belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Woah)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah (Nothin')