Ay
Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1′s on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long sleeve underneath

Ay, ay, ay
Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes
Rocking hoop earrings

Black fit, striped shirt looking clean
Count all this money, bitch, I′m counting green
I don't give a fuck, hoe, I'on go to sleep
Bitch wanna talk to me, tell that hoe to dream
Goth boy, e-boy, that′s the style I mess with
Skull ring, silver chain and a lock necklace
Doc martins, chain sparkling, ticking off my checklist
Band tee, wrist clean, all the things I′m flexin'
These niggas want that drip, that′s some goth shit
Only wear the chains 'cause, bitch, I look gothic
I just want a goth bitch
I don′t want no top, bitch
I just want your love, bitch
Is that shit enough, bitch?

Blue jeans, gold teeth
Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down
All the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk
Long sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes
Rocking hoop earrings

Writer(s): Mohamad Indra Gerson, Maxokoolim, Lac<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com