the
club got me low.
Gold on my neck, diamonds throw.
Got that drip, I got the show.
This
ain't just a look.
It's the vibe.
Worldwide we rise, yeah, we thrive.
Step outside, we
don't hide.
You see me in the dark out side.
That's right.
That's right.
That's right.
That's right.
That's right.
So clean like a runway dream.
Chains so heavy like they own the scene.
Every stitch, every seam screams my name.
Drip so bad it changes the game.
This ain't just a style, it's a way.
Bag out, paint she a vibe.
Step in the club, yeah we're on a ride.
That's right.
That's right.
That's right.
That's right.