we're so back Video (MV)

Wake up everyday I'm blessed
Walked in the party with the best fit on like excuse me pardon my flex
Nigga better put some respect on my name yeah a nigga up now not next
Nigga tryna flex that blue tick, I don't give two shits I been gettin checks
Rick boots steppin on necks
O2 airin that text
Bitch better make shit easy no I ain't playin no games CeX
I was just workin CeX
Rap niggas getting me vexed
These niggas really my sons
Kamo get the racks then invest
If he want beef get spun
I remember days I ain't have that shit
Walk in the store like the trap pay the price & then tell em to bag that shit
The money be coming so quick I ain't even got time to go add that shit
You trippin bout shorty she meady I thought he was mad bout a bad ass bitch
Bro you can f*ck I done had that shit
Whole lotta distance between me & whoever coming the closest
Niggas be talking that bullshit behind my back & then think I won't notice
I'm with my white hoe up at the country club sippin mimosas
Look at my Rolex face this shit look like hypnosis
Bro must think he Carti
Trust me that shit won't go
In the showroom preeing this Rari
Shit too goddamn slow
My hoes Bratz not Barbies
They ain't no average hoes
She tellin me I'm a smartie like I don't already know
Already know
Funds in the bank yeah they flippin for real
Bro got the pint yeah he sippin for real
I own 100% of my soul
Never would you see me signing no deal
Porsche 911 same colour satsuma
So you know I'm tryna hop in and peel
Spending this cash I'm a chronic consumer
I ain't your therapist f*ck how you feel
Wake up everyday I'm blessed
Walked in the party with the best fit on like excuse me pardon my flex
Nigga better put some respect on my name yeah a nigga up now not next
Nigga tryna flex that blue tick, I don't give two shits I been gettin checks
Rick boots steppin on necks
O2 airin that text
Bitch better make shit easy no I ain't playin no games CeX
I was just workin CeX
Rap niggas getting me vexed
These niggas really my sons
Kamo get the racks then invest
If he want beef get spun
I remember days I ain't have that shit
Walk in the store like the trap pay the price & then tell em to bag that shit
The money be coming so quick I ain't even got time to go add that shit
You trippin bout shorty she meady I thought he was mad bout a bad ass bitch
Bro you can f*ck I done had that shit
Whole lotta distance between me & whoever coming the closest
Niggas be talking that bullshit behind my back & then think I won't notice
I'm with my white hoe up at the country club sippin mimosas
Look at my Rolex face this shit look like hypnosis
Bro must think he Carti
Trust me that shit won't go
In the showroom preeing this Rari
Shit too goddamn slow
My hoes Bratz not Barbies
They ain't no average hoes
She tellin me I'm a smartie like I don't already know
Already know
Funds in the bank yeah they flippin for real
Bro got the pint yeah he sippin for real
I own 100% of my soul
Never would you see me signing no deal
Porsche 911 same colour satsuma
So you know I'm tryna hop in and peel
Spending this cash I'm a chronic consumer
I ain't your therapist f*ck how you feel