"Hello" lyrics
Gibbo (Gibbo)
Spend a bag at Neiman Marcus, told the clerk, "Hello"
Walk in with my bitch, she rock all yellow
Catchin' flights, got a stop in the London Heathrow
Sittin' by the window while I'm counting C-Notes (Woah)
Spend another bag and we do it all again
We tryna run it up, tell my bro, "What's the plan?" (Yeah)
All up in my mentions when I see 'em, they my fans (Oh no)
You win then you lose, gotta take another chance
Let's go
Tell my lady, "Yeah, call me when you need me" (Ayy)
If I told them what I made, they would not believe me (No)
Yeah, who said this shit was easy? (No one)
Got some love in the bay, I feel like G-Eazy (Woo)
Bitch I'm fyed up, I feel like KBeaZy
Your times up, sold out shows and they all lined up
I cannot complain, cause this is what I signed up for
They give me looks when I spend racks at designer stores
She a thot for Chanel, she a designer whore
Only outcome is income, gotta money galore (Oh)
I'm doing good, but I know there is more (No)
More to life so I pray for better days
Thankin' God, 'cause I finally found a way
On the PJ (Oh), from the A to LA
Askin' for a handout (Ayy), get the fuck out my face (No)
On Rodeo Drive and I
Spend a bag at Neiman Marcus, told the clerk, "Hello"
Walk in with my bitch, she rock all yellow
Catchin' flights, got a stop in the London Heathrow
Sittin' by the window while I'm counting C-Notes (Woah)
Spend another bag and we do it all again
We tryna run it up, tell my bro, "What's the plan?" (Yeah)
All up in my mentions when I see 'em, they my fans (Oh no)
You win then you lose, gotta take another chance
Let's go
Spend a bag at Neiman Marcus, told the clerk, "Hello"
Walk in with my bitch, she rock all yellow
Catchin' flights, got a stop in the London Heathrow
Sittin' by the window while I'm counting C-Notes (Woah)
Spend another bag and we do it all again
We tryna run it up, tell my bro, "What's the plan?" (Yeah)
All up in my mentions when I see 'em, they my fans (Oh no)
You win then you lose, gotta take another chance
Let's go
Tell my lady, "Yeah, call me when you need me" (Ayy)
If I told them what I made, they would not believe me (No)
Yeah, who said this shit was easy? (No one)
Got some love in the bay, I feel like G-Eazy (Woo)
Bitch I'm fyed up, I feel like KBeaZy
Your times up, sold out shows and they all lined up
I cannot complain, cause this is what I signed up for
They give me looks when I spend racks at designer stores
She a thot for Chanel, she a designer whore
Only outcome is income, gotta money galore (Oh)
I'm doing good, but I know there is more (No)
More to life so I pray for better days
Thankin' God, 'cause I finally found a way
On the PJ (Oh), from the A to LA
Askin' for a handout (Ayy), get the fuck out my face (No)
On Rodeo Drive and I
Spend a bag at Neiman Marcus, told the clerk, "Hello"
Walk in with my bitch, she rock all yellow
Catchin' flights, got a stop in the London Heathrow
Sittin' by the window while I'm counting C-Notes (Woah)
Spend another bag and we do it all again
We tryna run it up, tell my bro, "What's the plan?" (Yeah)
All up in my mentions when I see 'em, they my fans (Oh no)
You win then you lose, gotta take another chance
Let's go
