Vic Mensa – Dim Sum

Vic Mensa – Dim Sum Lyrics

Artist: Vic Mensa
Song: Dim Sum

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 (Vino Valentino)
I don’t know ’bout you

Me and Valee got the city hot
Valet the DB11 at Diddy’s spot
I don’t usually rap ’bout the sh#t 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 fu sh#t 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, b#tch, 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 sh#t funny
Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino
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
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, I 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 b#tch top model, that’s why she conceited (yeah, uh huh)
I can see sh#t clear
I rock the zones, I see the fu sh#t clear, hey

Hundred thousand on me, hey
I got my own money, yeah
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

I’m in the Ferrari Modena
(I’m in that new Spider, this not a four seater)
b#tch 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 b#tches bad, they look like a Geisha
(My African b#tch 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

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
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Release Year: 2021