YSL (part. yyy891)

Tuning into radio FUU
The Prince, The Mixtape
Young swag

Cash moves me from France to Madrid
She carries it in cash, all in twenties, she's my mule (ah)
Her dad doesn't like me at his place, I don't hang with girls who ain't got cash
I'm a white boy, I'm skinny, come on, babe, I'm looking for a fat stack like Buddha (ah)
They think I ain't doing shit, I'm flexin' (eh-eh-eh-eh)
Goods, she moves it for me, she's my mule (ah-ah-ah)

Money on the floor, my Goyard's packed (turn up)
I walk into the boutique not knowing the time (eh-eh-eh-eh)
I bought it all for my crazy girl (ah, okay)
She wants to take Yves Saint Laurent off my neck
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent, ah)
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), she's my mule (Yves Saint Laurent)
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent, ah)
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), she's my mule

And I'm ready for another high, living like two or three
Come on, babe, for my kell, let's mix our DNA
I'm talking money, they’re drawn to me, I know
Fuck yeah, I already know how to treat a princess (Tatiana and the frog)
She's a princess from a fairy tale
A bad girl from a magazine, if I hit it, she begs me to go all night
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I met her in Havana, cash to pay off
Baddie makes me fly, and I make the music
I got her as my wallpaper and in my case
Super baddie and super bad, if she points at me, she shoots (ah)
I got an AK tattooed with her name, the bad girl
She kissed me at the entrance, I didn't buy anything

Cash moves me from France to Madrid
She carries it in cash, all in twenties, she's my mule (ah)
And her dad doesn't like me at his place, I don't hang with girls who ain't got cash
I'm a white boy, I'm skinny, come on, babe, I'm looking for a fat stack like Buddha (ah)
They think I ain't doing shit, I'm flexin' (eh-eh-eh-eh)
Goods, she moves it for me, she's my mule (ah-ah-ah)

Money on the floor, my Goyard's packed (turn up)
I walk into the boutique not knowing the time (eh-eh-eh)
I bought it all for my crazy girl (ah, okay)
She wants to take Yves Saint Laurent off my neck

I light a blunt by the fireplace (eh)
She struts around in a thong for me to see
If I don't give it up today, she'll fight me later (eh)
Pedal, pedal, ouh, eh
I bought her 700 in new lingerie
I went hard all night and sweated it out (oh)
She left two kisses on my hoodie
So the other girls don't get close, don't even smell me, ouh, eh
She didn't ask and without me noticing, she took off my clothes (ah)
Let's hit the pool and if we smoke weed, we'll swim naked (eh-eh)
With a couple of drinks, we get lit
And I throw the Jagger straight to her mouth (ah)
I bought it all in the boutique for my crazy girl

Cash moves me from France to Madrid
She carries it in cash, all in twenties, she's my mule (ah)
And her dad doesn't like me at his place, I don't hang with girls who ain't got cash
I'm a white boy, I'm skinny, come on, babe, I'm looking for a fat stack like Buddha (ah)
They think I ain't doing shit, I'm flexin' (eh-eh-eh-eh)
Goods, she moves it for me, she's my mule (ah-ah-ah)

Money on the floor, my Goyard's packed (turn up, ah)
I walk into the boutique not knowing the time (eh-eh-eh)
I bought it all for my crazy girl (ah, okay, okay)
She wants to take Yves Saint Laurent off my neck
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent, ah)
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), she's my mule (Yves Saint Laurent)
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent, ah)
Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent), she's my mule