A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Man in the Mirror lyrics
[Intro] Got it on Smash (OG Parker) [Pre-Chorus] Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear 'Raris and Lambs I swear My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier [Chorus] Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore 'Cause that sh*t don't belong in here You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy b*tch, I will drive you there Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? I got mad gеar [Verse 1] Yeah, stackin' up money like Jеnga and Legos I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco Back of the crib look like mini Barbados Losin' my friends every day, I'm okay, though It's been that way ever since I got famous We go back like two flats on a Maybach Money got ni**as thinkin' I changed Why are you makin' this so complicated? I could buy you a new ass, just say that Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then Still got b*tches that owe me some favors Know a young ni**a got racks, baby Diamonds go blue, like the Mavs, okay then They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavor No overexaggeratin' Don't feel embarrassed I was flippin' your b*tch in the air Fifty on the veneers Could've bought like a hundred Monclers I can't even sleep The thirties be helpin' me concentrate She throwin' it back In the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?" [Pre-Chorus] Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear 'Raris and Lambs I swear My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier [Chorus] Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore 'Cause that sh*t don't belong in here You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy b*tch, I will drive you there Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? I got mad gear [Verse 2] I looked at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary Got a beach full of sand I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious With a tank in the Urus It's already one up in this .30, I swear If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airin' Mm, used to wear Michael Kors Now I got porcelain floors She told me "It's yours" (Mhm) It's just me and your baby girl She was rockin' my world (Mhm) VVSs and pearls Eat me up 'til she 'url (Mhm) [Chorus] Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore 'Cause that sh*t don't belong in here You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy b*tch, I will drive you there Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? I got mad gear [Refrain] Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear 'Raris and Lambs I swear My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier [Outro] Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Feelin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Please do not knock on my door lookin' for love 'Cause it don't belong in here Told me to go to Hell Okay, I will drive you there (Yeah) I got mad gear