Dim Sum

[Chorus: Valee & Vic Mensa]

I don't know 'bout you but

I got my own money

Hundred thousand on me

In high fashion only

Hey, hey, hey

I don't know 'bout you

I don't know 'bout you but

I got my own money

Hundred thousand on me

It's high fashion on me

Hey, hey, hey (Vino Valentino)

I don't know 'bout you

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

Me and Valee got the city hot

Valet the DB11 at Diddy's spot

I don't usually rap 'bout the shit I got

You a hater for a living, that's a shitty job

I just made 2 mil, I don't milly rock

My IG inbox is full of forget-me-nots

They know I got my own money

Handmade t-shirt, it's Off-White Murakami

Met her at Equinox, she got no tummy, hey

Cartier lenses, I see the full shit 20/20, hey

You hate your life, you checkin' the price

I don't use Tinder, all I do is swipe

Glock 17 as I kiss you goodnight

I'm not 17, bitch, I don't want to fight

Just performed at Playhouse, left with a Play Bunny

Michael Jordan's Steakhouse, fillet, sautéed onions

He say he gon' rob me, he think he Davis, haha, that shit funny

Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino

[Chorus: Valee]

I don't know 'bout you but

I got my own money

Hundred thousand on me

In high fashion on me

Hey, hey, hey

I don't know 'bout you

I don't know 'bout you but

I got my own money

Hundred thousand on me

It's high fashion on me

Hey, hey, hey

I don't know 'bout you

[Verse 2: Valee]

Sittin' at the light, I rock Off-White

Four-door is white, my diamonds bright

Stayed up tonight, late up, you right

Yves St. Laurent, baby, you're mine

You trippin', yeah, I'm gon' leave you

Cross-shoulder Gucci knapsack, I see you

Promethazine with no ice, don't need you

Push up in the driveway, no top, don't need you

Stop and wipe off my Margielas, they bleedin' (hey, yeah)

I'm off a Percocet 30, don't need it (yeah, huh)

That ain't no real Actavis, you can keep it (tuh, uh huh)

Your bitch top model, that's why she conceited (yeah, uh huh)

[Bridge: Valee]

I can see shit clear

I rock the zones, I see the fu shit clear, hey

Hundred thousand on me, hey

I got my own money, yeah

[Chorus: Valee]

I don't know 'bout you but

I got my own money

Hundred thousand on me

It's high fashion on me

Hey, hey, hey

I don't know 'bout you

[Verse 3: Valee & Vic Mensa]

I'm in the Ferrari Modena

I'm in that new Spider, this not a four seater

Bitch got an Aston Martin, no Gina

I painted my nails red, her hair red, paprika

Ooh, she need security, Brinks her

I took her to Catch, this ain't no Little Caesars

My Chinese bitches bad, they look like a Geisha

My African bitch bad, she pray to Orishas

I'm smokin' loud like an ice cream truck speakers

It's Halloween, I'm in Christian Dior creepers

This is not Pucci, this some Gucci sneakers

I don't know 'bout you, hey

[Chorus: Valee]

I don't know 'bout you but

I got my own money

Hundred thousand on me

In high fashion on me

Hey, hey, hey

I don't know 'bout you