"Met Gala" lyrics
"Met Gala"
(feat. Key Glock)
[Dave East:]
Uh
Started in the basement, then we got up on the roof (Roof)
Ridin' with the homies, then I popped up in the coupe (Skrrt)
Paper comin' in and I can count it by the group (Count it)
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, time to find another suit
Nigga, Met Gala posin' (Uh), ballin' like DeRozan (Ball)
Neck and wrist frozen, I smoke like I'm Snoop
Internet dissin', I consider you a goof (Goof)
Dior ski joints, fifteen hundred for the boots (Ooh)
Since I could remember, all I wanted to do is get it (Uh)
Walkin' out the spot, cameras take a bunch of pictures (Flashin')
Really know you hot when niggas callin' you they sibling (Word)
No time to chat, I'ma call you in a minute (Right back)
We just started cooking, I'ma call you when it's finished (Uh)
Life been kinda good, I ain't argued in a minute (A minute)
Got my own money, I ain't borrowed in a minute (A minute)
Fell out with a few, I ain't saw 'em in a minute
I'm talkin' how to own it, if you know it then you know it (You know)
You mad I won't condone it, every morning, why you yawnin'?
I was already out (Uh), twenties on the corner, time to call money out (Call it out)
I'ma need a hundred, y'all got more money out (More)
Supreme with the sizes, they all runnin' out, but they all run him out
I can turn a dollar to a thousand, I hustle (Hustle)
Let you anywhere around my kids, gotta trust you
Gun up in the club, close enough, gotta snuck 'em
Came from Top Ramen, the steak with the truffles
Started in the basement, then we got up on the roof (Roof)
Ridin' with the homies, then I popped up in the coupe (Skrrt)
Paper comin' in and I can count it by the group (Count it)
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, time to find another suit
Nigga, Met Gala posin' (Uh), ballin' like DeRozan (Ball)
Neck and wrist frozen, I smoke like I'm Snoop
Talk behind my back, I consider you a goof (Goof)
Dior ski joints, fifteen hundred for the boots (Dior)
Internet dissin', I consider you a goof (Goof)
It really don't be love, I can feel the way you move (Feel the way you move)
[Key Glock:]
Fah, fah, fah-fah-fah (Ayy)
And I won't hesitate to bust this too
Yuh, and I won't hesitate to put you on the news (Yuh)
And I won't hesitate to go with my move
I'ma go, I'm get it (Get it)
Young nigga with it (With it)
Ridin' with a Drac' (Drac'), this shit'll get sticky
Sippin' on mud (Mud), stick like icky (Yuh)
Every time somethin' happen, they think we did it (Yeah)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout shit but a motherfuckin' billion (Uh)
Ayy, fuck what ya heard, I'm on my third Richard Mille (Yeah)
Money talk, nigga, let's go and talk millions (Uh)
This shit on the floor and it stack to the ceiling, yeah (Yeah)
Savin' these M's for my children children (Uh)
Can't save no bitch 'cause it's plenty of 'em (Yeah, fuck)
These niggas down bad, they payin' for cuddy (Uh)
Shoutout to Nina, my lil' cuddy buddy (Fah)
Can't go to Met Gala 'cause I keep a .30 (Yuh)
My team keep telling me, "Switch it up" (Switch it up)
I be chillin' with Glizock, they sick of us (Glizock)
Shawty hop on this dick and she giddy-up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Christmas lights on my neck, this shit litted up (Ice, ice)
Nigga played with the kid and got litted up
Niggas broke and they hatin', just pitiful
Hmm, lame-ass nigga, huh
Yeah
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mixtape:
"Karma 4" (2025)
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