Cloudy The Weatherman - Convinced (YBN Nahmir Remix) Lyrics

I'm not convinced
You feel what I'm sayin
Yall say you got this say you got that
I'm not convinced bitch
I don't believe you
F*ck you talkin bout
That shit sound capperific
It's the weather man stupid
Let's go
I'm convinced that I'm gone have it all
F*ck with a shark baby open your jaws
If I told you I love you that's false
Hand on my heart I don't even gotta post
When you suck the dick grab the balls
Baby stop playin you know we adults
Had everything I want at nineteen years old
Had to sit down set new goals
Ferrari parked next to the Brabus
Mansions in Monaco drownin in models
Pilates and yoga her hobbies
F*ck like a demon look like a goddess
They thought it was hard
I showed them it's easy
Now they treat me like a profit
I let down my guard they gone tryna eat my soul and empty my pockets
Bury me inside a pyramid with all my mistresses
Feel like the Pharaoh
When they see my brody posted in the field they start runnin
I think he a scarecrow
I know I'm him by the way they react when I act like I'm not
The way I pop out so belligerent
You think I'm breakin the bank every time that I shop
All I had was a vision and I demonstrated my pimpin
You'd think I was Bishop Don Juan
Soon as I hit my limit I hope someone tell me cuz I know that I ain't gone feel it myself
Yeah
My pockets got cancerous lumps on em
Destroy the pussy I'm still lonely
Coochie so rich it might trick on me
Inspirin my biches then pimp on em
When I met you it looked a strawberry now that ass look like a peach
Don't it baby
I pour a boat load of ____ in my drink
Make it thick as concrete
I'm a soda baby
She think all these hoes wanna f*ck cuz I rap
Had to tell her the two is not correlated
She think if she leave it's a wrap
Baby that's not how this formulated
I'm convinced that I'm gone have it all
F*ck with a shark baby open your jaws
If I told you I love you that's false
Hand on my heart I don't even gotta post
When you suck the dick grab the balls
Baby stop playin you know we adults
Had everything I want at nineteen years old
Had to sit down set new goals
Ferrari parked next to the Brabus
Mansions in Monaco drownin in models
Pilates and yoga her hobbies
F*ck like a demon look like a goddess
They thought it was hard
I showed them it's easy
Now they treat me like a profit
I let down my guard they gone tryna eat my soul and empty my pockets
I met this lil bitch off a molly
I'm tryna feel on her body
This hoe
Say that she really got bands
I told her put it in my pocket
Deep throat
Put it all in your mouth then a nigga get out it
This Hoe
Just put her in a Range now she wanna go to Bali
This bitch wanna f*ck up my bands but still wanna f*ck on my mans
Just got in the Rari while kickin it then I pull up in the Lam
The Labels be talkin bout bands
I tell em give me the advance
Walk out of the crib with five bitches
Know that a nigga the man
I don't gotta worry bout bitches
I got them hoes on demand
She got on her knees like a Christian
I got this hoe in a trance
Baby just show me who you really is and I'll tell you if you got a chance
They couldn't even do what I'm doin if I went and sold them the plan
I'm convinced that I'm gone have it all
F*ck with a shark baby open your jaws
If I told you I love you that's false
Hand on my heart I don't even gotta post
When you suck the dick grab the balls
Baby stop playin you know we adults
Had everything I want at nineteen years old
Had to sit down set new goals
Ferrari parked next to the Brabus
Mansions in Monaco drownin in models
Pilates and yoga her hobbies
F*ck like a demon look like a goddess
They thought it was hard
I showed them it's easy
Now they treat me like a profit
I let down my guard they gone tryna eat my soul and empty my pockets