I’m just chillin’ with some bitches ’cause that’s how I’m livin’
And I’m getting all these stacks, get ’em just for spendin’
Buy a couple Tommy shirts and some Polo fits
All I rock is vintage, all I rock is vintage
Smoke up in the Audi with those windows tinted
Makin’ all this music, give a fuck who listens
Horses in my closet ’cause I fuck up digits
All I rock is vintage, all I rock is vintage
Drinking Fiji water, splashin’ like a fish
I ain’t got no time to care about a bitch
Busy countin’ money, Louis on my hip
Yeah, I’m rocking what I want, don’t give a shit
I did this by myself so why should I listen, ayy
Don’t give a fuck about what you gotta say
I’m comin’ up on my own, I did it my way
And I got some people riding my wave
I’m so faded, gettin’ blown like 64, yeah
Crystal Pepsi with the lean is what I’m sippin’, yeah
Fiji diamonds on me, you can see em drippin’, ooh, yeah
And I been grindin’ for this shit, yeah
This year has been hard but you know that I’ma get it
Writin’ these lyrics, you know that I’m committed
I’m smokin’ this ganja but no, I’m not addicted
I’m spending this money but you know I’ma flip it
And I keep hearing all these things they say, yeah
But it don’t even mean a fuckin’ thing, yeah
And I keep hearing all these things they say, yeah
But it don’t even mean a fuckin’ thing, yeah
I’m feelin’ like I’m Sora, said I got the damn key
And all these words they talk, it don’t mean shit to me
I’m rollin’ bud and lookin’ icy in the fuckin’ Audi
And I got some bitches rockin’ vintage Tommy
Tommy, rockin’ vintage Tommy, yeah, vintage Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, rockin’ vintage Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, got some vintage, yeah
I got some bitches rockin’ vintage Tommy
Gang
Ayy, ayy, turn up, turn up
I got some bitches rockin’ Vintage Tommy