Man in the Mirror - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Got it on Smash

OG Parker

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear

I’m thinkin' 'bout what I should wear

And meet her parents, I’m pullin' up fly

Even if it’s no cameras there

I don’t own a Benz, I swear

'Raris and Lambs I swear

My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

If I give my Benz up and a mansion

Livin' like I’m the prince of Belair

Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore

'Cause that shit don’t belong in here

You told me «Go to hell» 'cause I was drivin' you crazy

Bitch, I would drive you here

Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?

I got mad gear

Yeah, stackin' up money like Jenga and Legos

I sing, but I came with a Glock and a draco

Back of the crib, look like men in Barbados

Losin' my friends everyday, I’m okay though

It’s been that way ever since I got famous

We go back like two fans in a Maybach

Money got niggas thinkin' I changed

Oh, you makin' this so complicated

I can buy you a new ass, just say that

Still got bitches that owe me some favours

Know a young nigga got racks, baby

Diamonds gold blue, like the Mavs, okay then

They can’t make my sauce, I got too much flavour

No overexaggeratin'

Come for them bands, I was flippin' your bitch in the air

Fifty on the veneers, got like a hundred K mouth

I can’t even speak, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate

She don’t want it back

In the back of my mind, I’m like «What if the condom break?»

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear

I’m thinkin' 'bout what I should wear

And meet her parents, I’m pullin' up fly

Even if it’s no cameras there

I don’t own a Benz, I swear

'Raris and Lambs I swear

My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

If I give my Benz up and a mansion

Livin' like I’m the prince of Belair

Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore

'Cause that shit don’t belong in here

You told me «Go to hell» 'cause I was drivin' you crazy

Bitch, I would drive you here

Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?

I got mad gear

I look at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie

I look at shirt and that’s not what I’m wearin', it’s scary

Got a beach full of sand

I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious

With a tank in the Urus

It already went up in this thirty, I swear

If I see an opp, then I put that on brother, I’m air

Mm, used to wear Michael Kors

Now I got floors, she told me «It's your»

It’s just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world

VVSs and pearls, keep me up 'til she eurl (Mm-hm)

If I give my Benz up and a mansion

Livin' like I’m the prince of Belair

Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore

'Cause that shit don’t belong in here

You told me «Go to hell» 'cause I was drivin' you crazy

Bitch, I would drive you here

Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?

I got mad gear

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear

I’m thinkin' 'bout what I should wear

And meet her parents, I’m pullin' up fly

Even if it’s no cameras there

I don’t own a Benz, I swear

'Raris and Lambs I swear

My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

If I give my Benz up and a mansion

Feelin' like I’m the prince of Belair

Please don’t knock on my door lookin' for love anymore

'Cause it don’t belong in here

You told me to «Go to hell» okay, I would drive you here

I got mad gear