Cant f*ck with a alpha
He gon treat you omega
I got all the cards
So you cant bet at my table
Say she gon show out
She ain't seen me in forever
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
Girl what get you wet
Girl what get you wetter
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
She need the trendy sweater
Ima trend setter
I cant see you from the top
You need to do better
Jacket ain't Gucci its Fendi
I run the packs to yo city
Bad lil bitch off of the whitney
Bad lil bitch wanna come with me
I got the coco like Ice T
Cant f*ck cause the bitch too shiesty
I think she like me
This ain't no white T
I think she like me yea yea
I'm in my zone
All of these niggas is clones
I'm with my gang ain't alone
I'm with my gang and some hoes
All of this money I'm counting
I just might need an account yea
All of this money I'm counting
I just might need an account yea
Count it up count it up
Count it
Count it up count it up
Count it
Count it up count it up
Count it up
Count it up count it up
Count it up
Cant f*ck with a alpha
He gon treat you omega
I got all the cards
So you cant bet at my table
Say she gon show out
She ain't seen me in forever
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
Girl what get you wet
Girl what get you wetter
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
She need the trendy sweater
Ima trend setter
I cant see you from the top
You need to do better
2 woods I ain't high enough
I'm in 1st class
You ain't fly enough
All of these women keep eyeing us
Plug straight, Ima buy him out
She want me to f*ck
With my jesus pieces
I put on, like I'm jeezy
They want me to fall
That ain't my season
Just hit my line if you need it
I make her sing like Aretha
Cookin it up with no season
Stacking up all my amenities
I got the sauce for the recipe
Know a few niggas that rest in peace
Keep in my heart
Til I rest in peace
Niggas flexing for the gram
Bitches f*cking for the clout
Always asking for a hand
I ain't had no hand out
You get the bands
And they be like oh you the man now
Niggas flexing for the gram
Bitches f*cking for the clout
Always asking for a hand
I ain't had no hand out
Jay Beni - Gucci-Fendi (feat. Nick Grand & Nick White) Lyrics
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Cant f*ck with a alpha
He gon treat you omega
I got all the cards
So you cant bet at my table
Say she gon show out
She ain't seen me in forever
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
Girl what get you wet
Girl what get you wetter
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
She need the trendy sweater
Ima trend setter
I cant see you from the top
You need to do better
Jacket ain't Gucci its Fendi
I run the packs to yo city
Bad lil bitch off of the whitney
Bad lil bitch wanna come with me
I got the coco like Ice T
Cant f*ck cause the bitch too shiesty
I think she like me
This ain't no white T
I think she like me yea yea
I'm in my zone
All of these niggas is clones
I'm with my gang ain't alone
I'm with my gang and some hoes
All of this money I'm counting
I just might need an account yea
All of this money I'm counting
I just might need an account yea
Count it up count it up
Count it
Count it up count it up
Count it
Count it up count it up
Count it up
Count it up count it up
Count it up
Cant f*ck with a alpha
He gon treat you omega
I got all the cards
So you cant bet at my table
Say she gon show out
She ain't seen me in forever
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
Girl what get you wet
Girl what get you wetter
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
She need the trendy sweater
Ima trend setter
I cant see you from the top
You need to do better
2 woods I ain't high enough
I'm in 1st class
You ain't fly enough
All of these women keep eyeing us
Plug straight, Ima buy him out
She want me to f*ck
With my jesus pieces
I put on, like I'm jeezy
They want me to fall
That ain't my season
Just hit my line if you need it
I make her sing like Aretha
Cookin it up with no season
Stacking up all my amenities
I got the sauce for the recipe
Know a few niggas that rest in peace
Keep in my heart
Til I rest in peace
Niggas flexing for the gram
Bitches f*cking for the clout
Always asking for a hand
I ain't had no hand out
You get the bands
And they be like oh you the man now
Niggas flexing for the gram
Bitches f*cking for the clout
Always asking for a hand
I ain't had no hand out
He gon treat you omega
I got all the cards
So you cant bet at my table
Say she gon show out
She ain't seen me in forever
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
Girl what get you wet
Girl what get you wetter
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
She need the trendy sweater
Ima trend setter
I cant see you from the top
You need to do better
Jacket ain't Gucci its Fendi
I run the packs to yo city
Bad lil bitch off of the whitney
Bad lil bitch wanna come with me
I got the coco like Ice T
Cant f*ck cause the bitch too shiesty
I think she like me
This ain't no white T
I think she like me yea yea
I'm in my zone
All of these niggas is clones
I'm with my gang ain't alone
I'm with my gang and some hoes
All of this money I'm counting
I just might need an account yea
All of this money I'm counting
I just might need an account yea
Count it up count it up
Count it
Count it up count it up
Count it
Count it up count it up
Count it up
Count it up count it up
Count it up
Cant f*ck with a alpha
He gon treat you omega
I got all the cards
So you cant bet at my table
Say she gon show out
She ain't seen me in forever
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
Girl what get you wet
Girl what get you wetter
She like Gucci better
I like Fendi better
She need the trendy sweater
Ima trend setter
I cant see you from the top
You need to do better
2 woods I ain't high enough
I'm in 1st class
You ain't fly enough
All of these women keep eyeing us
Plug straight, Ima buy him out
She want me to f*ck
With my jesus pieces
I put on, like I'm jeezy
They want me to fall
That ain't my season
Just hit my line if you need it
I make her sing like Aretha
Cookin it up with no season
Stacking up all my amenities
I got the sauce for the recipe
Know a few niggas that rest in peace
Keep in my heart
Til I rest in peace
Niggas flexing for the gram
Bitches f*cking for the clout
Always asking for a hand
I ain't had no hand out
You get the bands
And they be like oh you the man now
Niggas flexing for the gram
Bitches f*cking for the clout
Always asking for a hand
I ain't had no hand out
Writer: James Benjamin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid