[{"id":12619571,"name":"Sleep Number","trackName":"Sleep Number","artistName":"Valee","albumName":"Runnin' Rich","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nCHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nI'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\nWhy I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\nLookin' for something to watch with your girl\nI Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\nRun up a check, don't jump over hurdles\nThought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\nMy bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\nWhere they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\nMy OG was singin' so loud\nI might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\nMy ex was comin' at me fussin'\nI was lyin' through that\nI hit her from back, too much rucks\nMy neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\nI'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\nI'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n(Chorus: Valee)\nRun up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nCarhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\nMy watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\nVetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\nYour BM on my pipe, B, oh no\nSheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\nAP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\nI'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\nWith my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\nInner circle, face connection straight from Paris\nHit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\nI'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\nDouble G my logo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sleep Number\n  artist: Valee\n  album: Runnin' Rich\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  I'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\n  Why I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\n  Lookin' for something to watch with your girl\n  I Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\n  Run up a check, don't jump over hurdles\n  Thought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\n  My bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\n  Where they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\n  My OG was singin' so loud\n  I might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\n  My ex was comin' at me fussin'\n  I was lyin' through that\n  I hit her from back, too much rucks\n  My neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\n  I'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\n  I'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n  (Chorus: Valee)\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  Carhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\n  My watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\n  Vetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\n  Your BM on my pipe, B, oh no\n  Sheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\n  AP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\n  I'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\n  With my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\n  Inner circle, face connection straight from Paris\n  Hit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\n  I'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\n  Double G my logo\n"},{"id":6136733,"name":"Sleep Number (feat. Vic Mensa)","trackName":"Sleep Number (feat. Vic Mensa)","artistName":"Valee","albumName":"Runnin' Rich","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nCHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nI'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\nWhy I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\nLookin' for something to watch with your girl\nI Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\nRun up a check, don't jump over hurdles\nThought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\nMy bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\nWhere they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\nMy OG was singin' so loud\nI might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\nMy ex was comin' at me fussin'\nI was lyin' through that\nI hit her from back, too much rucks\nMy neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\nI'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\nI'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n(Chorus: Valee)\nRun up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nCarhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\nMy watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\nVetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\nYour BM on my pipe, B, oh no\nSheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\nAP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\nI'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\nWith my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\nInner circle, face connection straight from Paris\nHit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\nI'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\nDouble G my logo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sleep Number (feat. Vic Mensa)\n  artist: Valee\n  album: Runnin' Rich\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  I'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\n  Why I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\n  Lookin' for something to watch with your girl\n  I Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\n  Run up a check, don't jump over hurdles\n  Thought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\n  My bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\n  Where they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\n  My OG was singin' so loud\n  I might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\n  My ex was comin' at me fussin'\n  I was lyin' through that\n  I hit her from back, too much rucks\n  My neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\n  I'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\n  I'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n  (Chorus: Valee)\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  Carhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\n  My watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\n  Vetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\n  Your BM on my pipe, B, oh no\n  Sheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\n  AP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\n  I'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\n  With my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\n  Inner circle, face connection straight from Paris\n  Hit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\n  I'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\n  Double G my logo\n"},{"id":6136732,"name":"Sleep Number","trackName":"Sleep Number","artistName":"Valee feat. Vic Mensa","albumName":"Runnin' Rich","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nCHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nI'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\nWhy I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\nLookin' for something to watch with your girl\nI Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\nRun up a check, don't jump over hurdles\nThought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\nMy bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\nWhere they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\nMy OG was singin' so loud\nI might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\nMy ex was comin' at me fussin'\nI was lyin' through that\nI hit her from back, too much rucks\nMy neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\nI'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\nI'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n(Chorus: Valee)\nRun up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nCarhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\nMy watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\nVetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\nYour BM on my pipe, B, oh no\nSheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\nAP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\nI'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\nWith my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\nInner circle, face connection straight from Paris\nHit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\nI'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\nDouble G my logo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sleep Number\n  artist: Valee feat. Vic Mensa\n  album: Runnin' Rich\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  I'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\n  Why I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\n  Lookin' for something to watch with your girl\n  I Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\n  Run up a check, don't jump over hurdles\n  Thought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\n  My bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\n  Where they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\n  My OG was singin' so loud\n  I might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\n  My ex was comin' at me fussin'\n  I was lyin' through that\n  I hit her from back, too much rucks\n  My neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\n  I'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\n  I'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n  (Chorus: Valee)\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  Carhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\n  My watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\n  Vetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\n  Your BM on my pipe, B, oh no\n  Sheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\n  AP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\n  I'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\n  With my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\n  Inner circle, face connection straight from Paris\n  Hit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\n  I'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\n  Double G my logo\n"},{"id":13188466,"name":"Sleep Number","trackName":"Sleep Number","artistName":"Valee feat. Mensa, Vic","albumName":"Runnin' Rich","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nCHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nI'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\nWhy I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\nLookin' for something to watch with your girl\nI Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\nRun up a check, don't jump over hurdles\nThought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\nMy bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\nWhere they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\nMy OG was singin' so loud\nI might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\nMy ex was comin' at me fussin'\nI was lyin' through that\nI hit her from back, too much rucks\nMy neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\nI'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\nI'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n(Chorus: Valee)\nRun up a check 'til I'm out of breath\nI fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\nUh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\nNow I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\nI poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\nOn the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\nI fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\nHow I do that? (How'd you do that?)\nI hop out the coupe in some slides\nLaces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\nMy new bitch look like a basketball wife\nHer hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n$3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\nI still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\nEven though my yellowbone bitch nice\nI still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\nCarhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\nMy watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\nVetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\nYour BM on my pipe, B, oh no\nSheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\nAP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\nI'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\nWith my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\nInner circle, face connection straight from Paris\nHit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\nI'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\nDouble G my logo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sleep Number\n  artist: Valee feat. Mensa, Vic\n  album: Runnin' Rich\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  I'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up\n  Why I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)\n  Lookin' for something to watch with your girl\n  I Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)\n  Run up a check, don't jump over hurdles\n  Thought you knew that (Not on the football with that)\n  My bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle\n  Where they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)\n  My OG was singin' so loud\n  I might have to autotune that (Might have to autotune that)\n  My ex was comin' at me fussin'\n  I was lyin' through that\n  I hit her from back, too much rucks\n  My neighbors lyin' through that (Gotta listen to that)\n  I'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'\n  I'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)\n\n  (Chorus: Valee)\n  Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath\n  I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)\n  Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66\n  Now I'm relaxed (I'm in Gucci slacks)\n  I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights\n  On the ave, pitch black (Now it's pitch black)\n  I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm\n  How I do that? (How'd you do that?)\n  I hop out the coupe in some slides\n  Laces, don't wanna do that (No, I don't wanna do that)\n  My new bitch look like a basketball wife\n  Her hair, she want me to do that (And I'm not gon' do that)\n  $3000 on jeans, I know it's not wise\n  I still wanna do that (Yeah, I still wanna do that)\n  Even though my yellowbone bitch nice\n  I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)\n\n  Carhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, I need a motorcade\n  My watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Lem's\n  Vetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC\n  Your BM on my pipe, B, oh no\n  Sheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA\n  AP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita\n  I'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on\n  With my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo\n  Inner circle, face connection straight from Paris\n  Hit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'\n  I'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless\n  Double G my logo\n"}]