Valee - Dim Sum lyrics
[Chorus: Valee & Vic Mensa] I don't know 'bout you but I got my own money Hundred thousand on me In high fashion on me Hey, hey, hey I don't know 'bout you I don't know 'bout you but I got my own money Hundred thousand on me It's high fashion on me Hey, hey, hey (Vino Valentino) I don't know 'bout you [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Me and Valee got the city hot Valet the DB11 at Diddy's spot I don't usually rap 'bout the sh** I got You a hater for a living, that's a sh**ty job I just made 2 mil, I don't milly rock My IG inbox is full of forget-me-nots They know I got my own money Handmade t-shirt, it's Off-White Murakami Met her at Equinox, she got no tummy, hey Cartier lenses, I see the fu sh** 20/20, hey You hate your life, you checkin' the price I don't use Tinder, all I do is swipe Glock 17 as I kiss you goodnight I'm not 17, b**h, I don't want to fight Just performed at Playhouse, left with a Play Bunny Michael Jordan's Steakhouse, fillet, sautéed onions He say he gon' rob me, he think he Davis, haha, that sh** funny Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino [Chorus: Valee] I don't know 'bout you but I got my own money Hundred thousand on me In high fashion on me Hey, hey, hey I don't know 'bout you I don't know 'bout you but I got my own money Hundred thousand on me It's high fashion on me Hey, hey, hey I don't know 'bout you [Verse 2: Valee] Sittin' at the light, I rock Off-White Four-door is white, my diamonds bright Stayed up tonight, late up, you right Yves St. Laurent, baby, you're mine You trippin', yeah, I'm gon' leave you Cross-shoulder Gucci knapsack, I see you Promethazine with no ice, I don't need you Push up in the driveway, no top, don't need you Stop and wipe off my Margielas, they bleedin' (hey, yeah) I'm off a Percocet 30, don't need it (yeah, huh) That ain't no real Actavis, you can keep it (tuh, uh huh) Your b**h top model, that's why she conceited (yeah, uh huh) [Bridge: Valee] I can see sh** clear I rock the zones, I see the fu sh** clear, hey Hundred thousand on me, hey I got my own money, yeah [Chorus: Valee] I don't know 'bout you but I got my own money Hundred thousand on me It's high fashion on me Hey, hey, hey I don't know 'bout you [Verse 3: Valee & Vic Mensa] I'm in the Ferrari Modena I'm in that new Spider, this not a four seater b**h got an Aston Martin, no Gina I painted my nails red, her hair red, paprika Ooh, she need security, Brinks her I took her to Catch, this ain't no Little Caesars My Chinese b**hes bad, they look like a Geisha My African b**h bad, she pray to Orishas I'm smokin' loud like an ice cream truck speakers It's Halloween, I'm in Christian Dior creepers This is not Pucci, this some Gucci sneakers I don't know 'bout you, hey [Chorus: Valee] I don't know 'bout you but I got my own money Hundred thousand on me In high fashion on me Hey, hey, hey I don't know 'bout you