She had a trench coat some Air 3' s with her

Hot cup of tea and a Fader magazine

With some light blue jeans real crown like a queen

And a Mac Air but it ain't the one

She had last year

Wednesday 1 o'clock she don't really got a job

She do her own thing she ride her own wave

Only twenty people on the 'Gram that she followin'

Only post work she ain't tryna be a model chick

Same three friends be the one

She poppin' bottles with

Got trust issues so she keep a lot bottled in

She don't do religion not a catholic a Protestant

We believe in white wine feet up on the ottoman

Gotta little purse that she only keep the g***a in

Low- key got her own business and she mindin' it

Ex niggas always in her phone she like

Not again

If she get your number you be lucky

If she lock it in

She from the hood but she ain't hood

She hella grounded but the plane trips

To BnB stay booked

Told me I should read the Four Agreements

It's a great book

Cracked a little smile and

She threw me back the same look yeah

Back the same look yeah