Yeat – Provë sum (feat. SeptembersRich) Lyrics

Provë sum

Yeat (feat. SeptembersRich)

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"Provë sum." - Yeat (feat. SeptembersRich)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:27 am

Album: 4L

Track No: 11

All of my clothes come from Italy
All of my bitches be missin' me
Yeah, went and got paid, made a new wave
The rest all history
That lil' ass band you made ain't shit to me
Me and that bitch done had an epiphany
Why the fuck that bitch sniffin' on Tiffany?
I boot off the X, 'cause it give me abilities
I know he broke, no it's not trickin' me (ah)
That shawty gon' pull up and get straight to that lickin' me
Five hundred for the Chrome Hearts tee
Tucked about ten for the jeans
Yeah, I fell in love with the bean
I got the best and it's no in between
Yeah, bitch, your birds gon' tweak
I'm hittin' Bergdorf every week
Hop out the Maybach, just had a seat massaging me
When I wake up, I'ma take a Perc before I brush my teeth
But they all diamond now, yeah, so I guess I'm flossin' creek
My diamonds wet, they cryin'
These diamonds S.I, they hittin' for shit
Nobody seein' them shine
I just wake up and get high
I don't even think about tryin' (yeah)
My money stand tall, it's so high
Why would I think about signin'?
Y'all follow the leader (the Simon)
Wock by the liter (four lines)
I popped a boot up, I live in the clouds, yeah, I'm in the sky
I heard they put you on life support
'Cause your money was so weak
Yeah, I bought the Maybach to get top in it and put the seat down
Yeah, all of my money so up, it's Rick on my feet now
When that bitch pull up, it's WWE, finna beatdown
Yeah, no Steve Austin, not no OT, hoe
Draco hit him OVO
Dive in that bitch from the throat, from the neck up, yeah
'Cause that bitch throat the goat
I'm finna keep poppin' my shit, yeah
Y'all kids just can't get in
We on the side where we win
No S.I, flawless in
Yeah, I called up Eliantte
Said, "I need that baguettes in the Cuban"
Yeah, you talk a whole lot about makin' that money
Boy, you need to prove it
All of my clothes come from Italy
All of my bitches be missin' me
Yeah, went and got paid, made a new wave
The rest all history
That lil' ass band you made ain't shit to me
Me and that bitch done had an epiphany
Why the fuck that bitch sniffin' on Tiffany?
I boot off the X, 'cause it give me abilities
I know he broke, no it's not trickin' me (ah)
That shawty gon' pull up and get straight to that lickin' me
Five hundred for the Chrome Hearts tee
Tucked about ten for the jeans
Yeah, I fell in love with the bean
I got the best and it's no in between (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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