Lyrics Dont Ya! - Autumn!

Dont Ya!

Woah, huh
Woah, huh
(He slayed this one)
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don’t ya?
You want Chanel, don’t ya?
You want the Prada, don’t ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don’t ya?
Balenciaga’s on ya
You want the Fendi, don’t ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Wanna hit Benny’s don’t ya?
I could spend plenty on ya
Used to be broke as hell
Went and put some Amiri’s on me
Passion fruit lemonade, mix it up with Mimosa
Baby girl I just want you closer, this ain’t never gon' be ever
We could hop in a CLA, or we could hop in the Rover
Let me know what you wanna do if you coming over
I’m in the O with my soldiers, we getting bread like we supposed to
Now everybody know us, walk in the mall and get noticed
Doin' this shit, gotta focus
They watch every move tryna scope us
Say you want smoke well then show us
All of these niggas below us
I’m in the Benz not a Focus
boy you owe us
Cause me and my brothers like Jonas
boy you hopeless
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don’t ya?
You want Chanel, don’t ya?
You want the Prada, don’t ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don’t ya?
Balenciaga’s on ya
You want the Fendi, don’t ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don’t ya?
You want Chanel, don’t ya?
You want the Prada, don’t ya?
Dolce Gabbana, don’t ya?
Balenciaga’s on ya
You want the Fendi, don’t ya?
Want me to spend it on ya?
Oh you want the finer things?
You want designer, don’t ya?
You want Chanel, don’t ya?
You want the Prada, don’t ya?