Sin Lyrics - Jaden Smith

Man, fuck all y'all (just come wit' me) 

Everything I do is for us only (yeah, yeah) 

Only us, none of y'all other niggas (I know none of y'all can't tell) 

It's on God (I'm in London, got my beat from London) 

Ayy, ayy, I'm drippin' again 

The way that I drip this shit should be a sin 

Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends 

I'm not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz 

Ayy, they told me don't spend 

I went got the racks and I did it again 

Ayy, I think she a twin 

Plus she got red calamari skin 

Ayy, you don't got man, the sugars just ripened so pour it on in 

I went to school, got suspended 

I told her I want some head, bobby pin 

If the lil' kid don't got class, yeah we calling truancy 

I ain't had no money to spend 

I got my first check and went paid off my rent 

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I poured a four from the clouds down (gah-gah) 

And my head float in them places 

I'm on the phone with big bro now (goddamn) 

He told me to keep Benz on the race 

Until you see it like this, I promise man you'd never think it exists 

Straight out a jet to the crib, I'm quick with the switch 

Man we never miss, okay (gah-gah) 

'Bout to turn up in the club and back the fuck up 

We ain't takin' no pictures 

See all the wings in the front, it's us, we had to triple the digits 

See all those sexy mamas blowing kisses, man 

We had to grant all they wishes (gah) 

Casamigos got me spendin', 

but I want some spendin' some out wit' some dealers, let's go 

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I'm rocking Dior Sauvage 

I'm higher than Scotty, they calling me Pippen 

I got some Cartier vision, 

it costs me six thousand, I'm washing it with me 

Money's the reason I'm sinning 

Money's the reason I gotta take Ritalin 

You niggas talking 'bout women 

Just shut the fuck up, yeah I'm taking ya plenty 

I put Chanel on a belt buckle, of when my price is half off 

I keep a stick for my cover, got way more girls than Hugh Hefner 

Got the same name as the butler 

But more money than Ashley and her mother 

Got a bag with full of sherbet, I'm 'bout to smoke like a murder 

Ayy, ayy, I'm dripping again 

The way that I drip this shit should be a sin 

Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends 

I'm not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz 

Ayy, they told me don't spend 

I went got the racks and I did it again 

Ayy, I think she a twin 

Plus she got red calamari skin 

Ayy, you don't got man, the sugars just ripened so pour it on in 

I went to school, got suspended 

I told her I want some head, bobby pin 

If the lil' kid don't got class, yeah we calling truancy 

I ain't had no money to spend 

I got my first check and went paid off my rent 

Ooh, hop out the back of the turn up, 

avoid all the cameras, I did it on purpose 

She tryna act like she perfect, 

I see all the masks that you leave on the surface 

She made me write all my verses in cursive 

She need all them purses at Hermes 

That's like 25 racks and we always on 

a roll, man we always working, let's go 

Ay, bitch I'ma pour some Act, 

got some brand new graffiti, it's going down my back 

I got Chanel slippers, Gucci panties, baby girl you can pick 

I get Giuseppe Zanotti's a night, 

I spent half a million designer on kids 

I got Chanel slippers, Gucci panties, baby girl you can pick 

I got so high, went off the equator, I feel like Buzz Lightyear 

I met a broad, skinny like nails, and I was richer than ice cream 

I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron 

Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express 

I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron 

Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express 

I'm in London, got my beat from London