Uh, wish you would talk some, put 'em on shirt
Night-night, bitch boy, we closin' them curtains
Money comin' in, comin' in like Kurt
Money comin' in, thats a common occurrence
I don't care what they talking 'bout, that shit wrong
Doin' my way to the top 'til the morn'
I smoke, inhale it, my lungs strong
Got my guys with me, we here and we on
Talkin' that tough shit, we toughen his jaw
Bag 'em, we pack 'em then sell them, then gone
Keep it out West, but the east in the mornin'
Yves in my Versace sheets and she moanin'
Just a little vibe, good for the moment
Smellin' the sex, inhale the aroma
She can't go to the sleep, the Uber at the corner
Dog on that bitch, I'm a K-9, you know it
Send a message, send a message
Pussy talk tough, boy, we sendin' a message
Takin' her to shop, shoppin' at Sak's
Send a message, send a message
Baby get it straight, I'm TyFontaine
I don't got time to answer the message
I seen the kitty and drown in the ocean
F*ck with the tide, I see it, I notice
She automatic, she sing with the chorus
Straight from LA but come from different sources
Yeah, I carry it, I cannot force it
Girl in Off-White, come roll with us
There was a time when I couldn't afford this
Got racks too, spun this shit like an orbit
Clip in the navy, we ran it for twenty
Made out like Menace, we came out with plenty
It's a celebration, where is they hangin'?
Stacks in 'em jeans but we on to the next
What's the next plan? What's the next move?
When you stay winnin', no option to lose
Thottie still mad, I know she gon' choose
If she did, I don't care, fell in love with the loot
Send a message, send a message
Pussy talk tough, boy, we sendin' a message
Takin' her to shop, shoppin' at Sak's
Send a message, send a message
Baby get it straight, I'm TyFontaine
I don't got time to answer the message
Internet Money - B4 The Storm Album Lyrics
Internet Money - B4 The Storm Lyrics
Writer: Rio Francesco Leyva, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Nicco Anthony Catalano, Julius Roosevelt Terrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Really Redd
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
They try to keep up but they can never hang
They say they with us but they ain't really gang
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Got a whole lotta red
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta hoes in my bed
Got a whole lotta fours in my cup, sip 'til I'm dead
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta bros in the feds
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta shit in my head
Shit, wish it would get out
Told her grab her shit, bitch, get out
Told 'em pass the torch, it's time to sit down
F*ck it, grab the K, everybody get down
They try to keep up but they can never hang
They say they with us but they ain't really gang
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit, but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit, but they ain't really redd (they ain't really)
They ain't really redd (they ain't redd), bitch
They ain't really redd (Keed talk to 'em)
All these niggas getting caught in these deals
They ain't redd (all these, all these niggas)
Yeah they big pussy, paint my droptop red (pussy)
Wish a pussy nigga ever say that I ain't led (pussy)
To the droptop, to the private jet, to the mansion
To the bad bitch (let's go, let's get it)
But I know my partner gone, ain't snitchin' though
He a savage (let's go, let's get it)
All my four pockets full, got a fifth pocket on cabbage (yeah)
All eyes, doin' five runts for a drive by in that Caddy'
Yeah, yeah, tryna keep up, but they know I ain't hiding (yeah)
They try to keep up but they can never hang (Keed, slime ball)
They say they with us but they ain't really gang (yeah, slime, slime pole)
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang (Trippie Redd, my f*ckin' brother)
They say they with White but they ain't never slang (let's go)
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
My shoes, yeah, they red bottom (red bottom)
The beam on your head comin' from my choppa (from my choppa)
Niggas steppin' over bodies, make 'em red bottom (yeah)
If I weren't forget about that body, call your bitch up (yeah)
She's a head doctor, suck me up with no problem
As I sip this red out my cup and this bitch got me rock hard
Everything she think about big slime, she like, "Oh my God"
Shawty, it's the hardest, so the hardest, man, I swear to God
They try to keep up but they can never hang
They say they with us but they ain't really gang
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
They try to keep up but they can never hang
They say they with us but they ain't really gang
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Got a whole lotta red
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta hoes in my bed
Got a whole lotta fours in my cup, sip 'til I'm dead
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta bros in the feds
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta shit in my head
Shit, wish it would get out
Told her grab her shit, bitch, get out
Told 'em pass the torch, it's time to sit down
F*ck it, grab the K, everybody get down
They try to keep up but they can never hang
They say they with us but they ain't really gang
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit, but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit, but they ain't really redd (they ain't really)
They ain't really redd (they ain't redd), bitch
They ain't really redd (Keed talk to 'em)
All these niggas getting caught in these deals
They ain't redd (all these, all these niggas)
Yeah they big pussy, paint my droptop red (pussy)
Wish a pussy nigga ever say that I ain't led (pussy)
To the droptop, to the private jet, to the mansion
To the bad bitch (let's go, let's get it)
But I know my partner gone, ain't snitchin' though
He a savage (let's go, let's get it)
All my four pockets full, got a fifth pocket on cabbage (yeah)
All eyes, doin' five runts for a drive by in that Caddy'
Yeah, yeah, tryna keep up, but they know I ain't hiding (yeah)
They try to keep up but they can never hang (Keed, slime ball)
They say they with us but they ain't really gang (yeah, slime, slime pole)
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang (Trippie Redd, my f*ckin' brother)
They say they with White but they ain't never slang (let's go)
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
My shoes, yeah, they red bottom (red bottom)
The beam on your head comin' from my choppa (from my choppa)
Niggas steppin' over bodies, make 'em red bottom (yeah)
If I weren't forget about that body, call your bitch up (yeah)
She's a head doctor, suck me up with no problem
As I sip this red out my cup and this bitch got me rock hard
Everything she think about big slime, she like, "Oh my God"
Shawty, it's the hardest, so the hardest, man, I swear to God
They try to keep up but they can never hang
They say they with us but they ain't really gang
They say they real ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't really redd, bitch, they ain't really redd
Writer: Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Edgard Noel Herrera, Michael Lamar II White, Nicholas Mira, Quantavious Thompson, Raqhid Render
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lost Me
(E-trou got the f*cking juice)
Ooh
(Perfect)
(Internet Money, bitch) Ay
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
When I first blew up, that's when you lost me (when you lost me)
New chain, don't care what it cost me, yeah (what it cost)
Blew up in your face, you looking salty
Got your main on my line, I left her calling, yeah
And I can never change, I'ma stay the same
And got no time for games, oh
Dealing with the fame, getting to my brain
Smoking in the Wraith, whoa
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
If you looking, I'm around with the Wraith
F*ck fame, I'm just tryna get paid (tryna get paid)
Wasn't hurt then get out of my face (lil' bitch)
Was at my worst but I found a way (oh)
I'm a big scammer, rockstar with a hammer (rockstar)
Three gram 'wood, big gas, no bammer (gas)
Bad bitch with me, take her home, I slam her (lil' bitch)
I don't dance for you bro, 'bout to slam her (mmkay)
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
Ball out like Ginóbili
I don't know you nigga, how you know me?
Not my brother, you too phony
I be on my grind just like I'm Tony
Write my pain when I write these songs
And when I sing it, they gonna sing along, I
Took some time, I guess I needed space
You say you got a problem, say it to my face, yeah
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (when you lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin'
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
Ooh
(Perfect)
(Internet Money, bitch) Ay
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
When I first blew up, that's when you lost me (when you lost me)
New chain, don't care what it cost me, yeah (what it cost)
Blew up in your face, you looking salty
Got your main on my line, I left her calling, yeah
And I can never change, I'ma stay the same
And got no time for games, oh
Dealing with the fame, getting to my brain
Smoking in the Wraith, whoa
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
If you looking, I'm around with the Wraith
F*ck fame, I'm just tryna get paid (tryna get paid)
Wasn't hurt then get out of my face (lil' bitch)
Was at my worst but I found a way (oh)
I'm a big scammer, rockstar with a hammer (rockstar)
Three gram 'wood, big gas, no bammer (gas)
Bad bitch with me, take her home, I slam her (lil' bitch)
I don't dance for you bro, 'bout to slam her (mmkay)
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
Ball out like Ginóbili
I don't know you nigga, how you know me?
Not my brother, you too phony
I be on my grind just like I'm Tony
Write my pain when I write these songs
And when I sing it, they gonna sing along, I
Took some time, I guess I needed space
You say you got a problem, say it to my face, yeah
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (when you lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin'
When I hopped up in the Wraith that's when you lost me (oh, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, oh (lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bitch, can't do nothin' for me (nothin' for me)
My brother did a race and now we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him in the face, he feeling like he Kobe (yeah, yeah, huh?)
Writer: Danny Snodgrass, Elias Iatrou, Cody Rounds, Lathan Moses Echols, Kimetrius Foose, Michael Olmo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, JT Gaffney Music Publishing/Sony ATV, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, JT Gaffney Music Publishing/Sony ATV, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Right Now
(Perfect)
Internet Money, nigga (yeah)
John (yeah, yeah)
Yo Cochise, ah weh dem ah seh?
Yeah, okay
Bullet, yeah what? Yeah, ok
Uh yeah, yeah I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now right now
The AP plain right now
The VV chain right now
Yeah the blue watch sling right now
Got a new little thing right now, yeah
Got a noodle strippin' with a stick
When I ride it, I could never slip (slip)
When they see me, wanna take a flick (flick)
Someone shawty's like you need a pick (pick)
But I picked already so don't trip (yeah don't trip)
Had to keep the blicky on the hip
Heard he at a party gettin' cake
Cake, cake, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might go kick it like FIFA
I got the blunt in my hand, never clean
Ice on my wrist like I'm workin' at Regis
Saucy, this ice on my chest is a beat
Juice in the cup, and I pour up the lean
Bangin' that crip, ain't talkin' to me
She gotta whiff and callin' the team
Yeah, okay, uh yeah I'm 'bout to do big time no racks
Heard he wanna be like us
Heard he wanna sing like us
Okay, sing like Russ
No not me, that's us
Baby gon' take that bus
Kdv, that's tough (uh, yeah)
Okay, I had to double it back, okay
I had rackaids in LA, okay
I had to double the V, okay
I got to sign, it got me fame
On that nighttime, yeah I'm caught in the rain
The album, my second, I'm calling it big
I gave her the lease but she in her feelings
Uh yeah, yeah I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now (right now)
The AP plain right now (right now)
The VV chain right now (right now)
Yeah the blue watch sling right now (right now)
Got a new little thing right now (right now), yeah
Got a noodle strippin' with a stick (stick)
When I ride it, I could never slip (slip)
When they see me, wanna take a flick (flick)
Someone shawty's like you need a pick (pick)
But I picked already so don't trip (yeah don't trip)
Had to keep the blicky on the hip
Heard he at a party gettin' cake
Cake, ok (ok)
Hundred bag in my hands now
Geeked up when I ran out
I sexed her into a fan now
I step in and she fan out (step in)
F*ck the talk pull bands out
Now she walking with her ass out
She want my last, I'm 'bout to lash out
She ain't touchin' my stash house
Decapitated 'cause the head was immaculate
Numb in the toe, like what the f*ck happening?
Nigga don't know, I'm out here stacking it
Niggas don't know where the TEC and they vanishing
I talk my shit 'cause they don't think I'm baggin' it
I talk my shit 'cause they really disgusting
I talk my shit 'cause the treads custom
And I talk my shit to the bitch when I'm bustin' (let's go)
Oh, yeah, I'm with the gang right now (gang)
Niggas too lame right now
Ay, f*ck the cap and gown
I ain't need that to get amount
In my accounts without a doubt
Invest in itself, invest in the pound
And I break it down with the gang right now
Uh yeah, yeah I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now right now
The AP plain right now
The VV chain right now
Yeah the blue watch sling right now
Got a new little thing right now, yeah
Got a noodle strippin' with a stick
When I ride it, I could never slip (slip)
When they see me, wanna take a flick (flick)
Someone shawty's like you need a pick (pick)
But I picked already so don't trip (yeah don't trip)
Had to keep the blicky on the hip
Heard he at a party gettin' cake, cake
Right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Let's go, yeah, right now, right now, right now
We send a bitch right now
Right now, right now
Right now, right now
Right now, right now, bitch, right now
Internet Money, nigga (yeah)
John (yeah, yeah)
Yo Cochise, ah weh dem ah seh?
Yeah, okay
Bullet, yeah what? Yeah, ok
Uh yeah, yeah I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now right now
The AP plain right now
The VV chain right now
Yeah the blue watch sling right now
Got a new little thing right now, yeah
Got a noodle strippin' with a stick
When I ride it, I could never slip (slip)
When they see me, wanna take a flick (flick)
Someone shawty's like you need a pick (pick)
But I picked already so don't trip (yeah don't trip)
Had to keep the blicky on the hip
Heard he at a party gettin' cake
Cake, cake, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might go kick it like FIFA
I got the blunt in my hand, never clean
Ice on my wrist like I'm workin' at Regis
Saucy, this ice on my chest is a beat
Juice in the cup, and I pour up the lean
Bangin' that crip, ain't talkin' to me
She gotta whiff and callin' the team
Yeah, okay, uh yeah I'm 'bout to do big time no racks
Heard he wanna be like us
Heard he wanna sing like us
Okay, sing like Russ
No not me, that's us
Baby gon' take that bus
Kdv, that's tough (uh, yeah)
Okay, I had to double it back, okay
I had rackaids in LA, okay
I had to double the V, okay
I got to sign, it got me fame
On that nighttime, yeah I'm caught in the rain
The album, my second, I'm calling it big
I gave her the lease but she in her feelings
Uh yeah, yeah I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now (right now)
The AP plain right now (right now)
The VV chain right now (right now)
Yeah the blue watch sling right now (right now)
Got a new little thing right now (right now), yeah
Got a noodle strippin' with a stick (stick)
When I ride it, I could never slip (slip)
When they see me, wanna take a flick (flick)
Someone shawty's like you need a pick (pick)
But I picked already so don't trip (yeah don't trip)
Had to keep the blicky on the hip
Heard he at a party gettin' cake
Cake, ok (ok)
Hundred bag in my hands now
Geeked up when I ran out
I sexed her into a fan now
I step in and she fan out (step in)
F*ck the talk pull bands out
Now she walking with her ass out
She want my last, I'm 'bout to lash out
She ain't touchin' my stash house
Decapitated 'cause the head was immaculate
Numb in the toe, like what the f*ck happening?
Nigga don't know, I'm out here stacking it
Niggas don't know where the TEC and they vanishing
I talk my shit 'cause they don't think I'm baggin' it
I talk my shit 'cause they really disgusting
I talk my shit 'cause the treads custom
And I talk my shit to the bitch when I'm bustin' (let's go)
Oh, yeah, I'm with the gang right now (gang)
Niggas too lame right now
Ay, f*ck the cap and gown
I ain't need that to get amount
In my accounts without a doubt
Invest in itself, invest in the pound
And I break it down with the gang right now
Uh yeah, yeah I'm with the gang right now (right now)
No, I can't hang right now (right now)
No way lil shawty, a little late right now right now
The AP plain right now
The VV chain right now
Yeah the blue watch sling right now
Got a new little thing right now, yeah
Got a noodle strippin' with a stick
When I ride it, I could never slip (slip)
When they see me, wanna take a flick (flick)
Someone shawty's like you need a pick (pick)
But I picked already so don't trip (yeah don't trip)
Had to keep the blicky on the hip
Heard he at a party gettin' cake, cake
Right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Let's go, yeah, right now, right now, right now
We send a bitch right now
Right now, right now
Right now, right now
Right now, right now, bitch, right now
Writer: John Luther, Cody Rounds, VVSPipes, Danny Snodgrass, Julius Roosevelt Terrell, Cochise
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Familar
Her love been giving me chills yeah Ohhhh
Ohhh ohh oh oh
Chills yeah
Familiar
What's real yeah oh oh oh oh
Her love been giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Her love ain't giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Oh oh oh oh
Imma take the chance
Imma let the dice fly
Hoping that all of my friends never go bye bye
Ever since she left me I've been in my mind sky high
And I'm starting to forget my memories time flies
Feeing lost Imma go for her heart if I need it
Diamonds cold they on my neck feel like anemic
And my diamonds cold they on my neck, they look like Greenland Rockstar damn feel like what I've been needing
Her love been giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Her love ain't giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Oh oh oh oh
I don't wanna fall back
Baby tell me that we won't relapse
She's like a drug that I take and I can't let go And nowadays can't believe that I'm on my own Holdup something that I don't get, often off it Wait drugs what I'm off
Think that I need to really need to stop it
Her love been giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Her love ain't giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Oh oh oh oh
Ohhh ohh oh oh
Chills yeah
Familiar
What's real yeah oh oh oh oh
Her love been giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Her love ain't giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Oh oh oh oh
Imma take the chance
Imma let the dice fly
Hoping that all of my friends never go bye bye
Ever since she left me I've been in my mind sky high
And I'm starting to forget my memories time flies
Feeing lost Imma go for her heart if I need it
Diamonds cold they on my neck feel like anemic
And my diamonds cold they on my neck, they look like Greenland Rockstar damn feel like what I've been needing
Her love been giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Her love ain't giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Oh oh oh oh
I don't wanna fall back
Baby tell me that we won't relapse
She's like a drug that I take and I can't let go And nowadays can't believe that I'm on my own Holdup something that I don't get, often off it Wait drugs what I'm off
Think that I need to really need to stop it
Her love been giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Her love ain't giving me chills yeah These feelings feeling familiar
I just want somebody real yeah
I wanna feel something realer
Oh oh oh oh
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JLO
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(Yeah, Nick just passed me the beat, I'ma kill it)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
(Internet Money, bitch) Yeah
When I'm gone, please don't tell me that
You love and you miss a nigga
Don't play my songs 'cause when I'm around
You didn't f*ck with a nigga
And I know I'm wrong
I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga
Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
Bad little light skin, J Lo
I need a drink, Faygo
And I know she wan' f*ck, she won't say no
And I really want her but she play though
And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say though
Say though, say though, say though
Bitch, I got bands, I know they plottin' on me, yeah
She need me like a drug, but she think she'd OD, yeah
Lil' baby, I f*ck with you
I hope that I don't fall in love with you
And if that happen then I'm dubbin' you
'Cause I cannot f*ck with the cuffin' too, yeah-yeah
When I'm gone, please don't tell me that
You love and you miss a nigga
Don't play my songs 'cause when I'm around
You didn't f*ck with a nigga
And I know I'm wrong
I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga
Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
Bad little light skin, J Lo
I need a drink, Faygo
And I know she wan' f*ck, she won't say no
And I really want her but she play though
And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say though
Say though, say though, say though
Hate me in public and love me in private
One day I'ma be on an island
One day I'ma own an island
That shawty a ho, she wildin'
I'm Tecca Romani, bitch
I got the drip, don't need a stylist
I walk in the spot, see like ten bad hoes, who the wildest?
You know what I is, bitch, you want me, yeah
Bitches used to called me ugly, yeah
I turned to Tecca, I got money, yeah
You stupid or stupid? You dummy, yeah
I got to keep it a hundred, yeah
Keep it a hundred, yeah
Keep it a hundred, yeah
No less than a hundred, yeah
I can't take vacations, vacations
They say "Tec', you made it," don't say congratulations
Support me now but you late, yeah
'Member niggas that used to hate, yeah
Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
When I'm gone, please don't tell me that
You love and you miss a nigga
Don't play my songs 'cause when I'm around
You didn't f*ck with a nigga
And I know I'm wrong
I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga
Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
Bad little light skin, J Lo
I need a drink, Faygo
And I know she wan' f*ck, she won't say no
And I really want her but she play though
And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say though
Say though, say though, say though
(Yeah, Nick just passed me the beat, I'ma kill it)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
(Internet Money, bitch) Yeah
When I'm gone, please don't tell me that
You love and you miss a nigga
Don't play my songs 'cause when I'm around
You didn't f*ck with a nigga
And I know I'm wrong
I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga
Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
Bad little light skin, J Lo
I need a drink, Faygo
And I know she wan' f*ck, she won't say no
And I really want her but she play though
And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say though
Say though, say though, say though
Bitch, I got bands, I know they plottin' on me, yeah
She need me like a drug, but she think she'd OD, yeah
Lil' baby, I f*ck with you
I hope that I don't fall in love with you
And if that happen then I'm dubbin' you
'Cause I cannot f*ck with the cuffin' too, yeah-yeah
When I'm gone, please don't tell me that
You love and you miss a nigga
Don't play my songs 'cause when I'm around
You didn't f*ck with a nigga
And I know I'm wrong
I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga
Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
Bad little light skin, J Lo
I need a drink, Faygo
And I know she wan' f*ck, she won't say no
And I really want her but she play though
And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say though
Say though, say though, say though
Hate me in public and love me in private
One day I'ma be on an island
One day I'ma own an island
That shawty a ho, she wildin'
I'm Tecca Romani, bitch
I got the drip, don't need a stylist
I walk in the spot, see like ten bad hoes, who the wildest?
You know what I is, bitch, you want me, yeah
Bitches used to called me ugly, yeah
I turned to Tecca, I got money, yeah
You stupid or stupid? You dummy, yeah
I got to keep it a hundred, yeah
Keep it a hundred, yeah
Keep it a hundred, yeah
No less than a hundred, yeah
I can't take vacations, vacations
They say "Tec', you made it," don't say congratulations
Support me now but you late, yeah
'Member niggas that used to hate, yeah
Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
When I'm gone, please don't tell me that
You love and you miss a nigga
Don't play my songs 'cause when I'm around
You didn't f*ck with a nigga
And I know I'm wrong
I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga
Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
Bad little light skin, J Lo
I need a drink, Faygo
And I know she wan' f*ck, she won't say no
And I really want her but she play though
And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say though
Say though, say though, say though
Writer: Nicholas Mira, Danny Snodgrass, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Thrusting
Whip fit four or five in it
GPS so you're not misguided
(Hey)
(Internet money, bitch)
Uh (yeah), ayy (yeah)
Pull up in the whip, fit four or five in it (five in it)
GPS so you're not misguided (guided)
Run with me, you can go where the sky is (sky is)
Tell me what you want, girl, don't be silent (yeah)
When you with me, girl, you feel enlightened (ooh)
Don't be scared, baby, don't be frightened (ooh, ooh)
Rollin' up the dope, baby, I get the highest (oh)
I said, "Don't hold back, just enjoy the ride"
Thrusting, doing it right
I know your nigga can be so conniving (depriving)
I need your attention undivided ('vided)
You want the vibe? I can provide it ('vide it)
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting
Busting, she busting, buss, buss it, buss it
Pussy so good that I might sing (ooh)
She a PYT, she a young hot thing
Got me thrustin' the thirst, got her bustin'
Got me surfin' through the pussy like a jet-ski
Banana color yellow, it was Fendi
Girl no keep it in the ignition whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Made our own religion, our own rules
Made our own religion, our own rules
Our daughter's first purse is Chanel Coco
Whatever we gon' do, don't irk my soul
Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (goin' beyond)
Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (goin' beyond)
Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (PYT)
I done took one off the bench and turned it into a starter
Chains and my rings, forty pointers, whoa (Freebandz)
I ain't falling, but I love that body (shorty)
I ain't falling, but I love me a hottie (what)
Trust me, don't think about it
Cross me, don't think about it
Thrusting, doing it right
I know your nigga can be so conniving (depriving)
I need your attention undivided ('vided)
You want the vibe? I can provide it ('vide it)
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting
Busting, she busting, buss, buss it, buss it
Pussy so good that I might sing (ooh)
She a PYT, she a young hot thing
I ain't lusting, don't follow me (yeah)
Gyal feisty, shawty feisty (hey)
And she high class, hella pricey (pricey)
This a big, big, big one right here, ya' dig what I'm sayin'?
This is massive
I f*ck her so good, I should charge a small fee (Global)
GPS so you're not misguided
(Hey)
(Internet money, bitch)
Uh (yeah), ayy (yeah)
Pull up in the whip, fit four or five in it (five in it)
GPS so you're not misguided (guided)
Run with me, you can go where the sky is (sky is)
Tell me what you want, girl, don't be silent (yeah)
When you with me, girl, you feel enlightened (ooh)
Don't be scared, baby, don't be frightened (ooh, ooh)
Rollin' up the dope, baby, I get the highest (oh)
I said, "Don't hold back, just enjoy the ride"
Thrusting, doing it right
I know your nigga can be so conniving (depriving)
I need your attention undivided ('vided)
You want the vibe? I can provide it ('vide it)
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting
Busting, she busting, buss, buss it, buss it
Pussy so good that I might sing (ooh)
She a PYT, she a young hot thing
Got me thrustin' the thirst, got her bustin'
Got me surfin' through the pussy like a jet-ski
Banana color yellow, it was Fendi
Girl no keep it in the ignition whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Made our own religion, our own rules
Made our own religion, our own rules
Our daughter's first purse is Chanel Coco
Whatever we gon' do, don't irk my soul
Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (goin' beyond)
Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (goin' beyond)
Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (PYT)
I done took one off the bench and turned it into a starter
Chains and my rings, forty pointers, whoa (Freebandz)
I ain't falling, but I love that body (shorty)
I ain't falling, but I love me a hottie (what)
Trust me, don't think about it
Cross me, don't think about it
Thrusting, doing it right
I know your nigga can be so conniving (depriving)
I need your attention undivided ('vided)
You want the vibe? I can provide it ('vide it)
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting
Busting, she busting, buss, buss it, buss it
Pussy so good that I might sing (ooh)
She a PYT, she a young hot thing
I ain't lusting, don't follow me (yeah)
Gyal feisty, shawty feisty (hey)
And she high class, hella pricey (pricey)
This a big, big, big one right here, ya' dig what I'm sayin'?
This is massive
I f*ck her so good, I should charge a small fee (Global)
Writer: Nicholas Mira, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Cody Rounds, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Jasper Lee Harris, Rio Leyva
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Speak
(Perfect)
(Internet Money, bitch, haha)
Okay
Look, uh
Okay I'm drunk and it's late
I've lost all of my patience (oh, oh)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it (oh, oh)
Young, rich and wasted
Probably on your bitch's playlist (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I know they got a lot to say about me
But won't say shit to me
Uh, smoking on that green (oh yeah)
Hell nah, oh please
Oh that's yo bitch, then why she with the gang
All up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets (for the streets)
Let her blow it in a breeze
Forget her man, now she can't speak
I can't leave that shit in the past
Yeah, we used to be cool (cool)
And you used to make me laugh (laugh)
But um, I can't be the man that you ask (you ask)
I just accepted that this shit will never ever last
Okay I'm drunk and it's late
I've lost all of my patience (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted
Probably on your bitch's playlist (I am)
I know they got a lot to say about me
But won't say shit to me
Uh, smoking on that green (God damn)
Hell nah, oh please
Oh that's yo bitch, then why she with the gang
All up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets (streets, yeah)
Let her blow it in a breeze
Forget her man, now she can't speak
Rockstar lifestyle, on my Cobain shit ('Bain, yeah)
Got blacked out drunk and forgot who I came with (came with)
Went home with two basic hoes, f*ck it I was faded
That's your bitch? She passed me the spliff
F*ck it I'ma face it
Okay I'm drunk and it's late
I've lost all of my patience (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted (young, rich and wasted)
Probably on your bitch's playlist
I know they got a lot to say about me
But won't say shit to me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Uh, smoking on that green
Hell nah, oh please
Oh that's yo bitch, then why she with the gang
All up on her knees? (All up on her knees?)
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets (for the streets)
Let her blow it in a breeze
Forget her man, now she can't speak (yeah)
(Internet Money, bitch, haha)
Okay
Look, uh
Okay I'm drunk and it's late
I've lost all of my patience (oh, oh)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it (oh, oh)
Young, rich and wasted
Probably on your bitch's playlist (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I know they got a lot to say about me
But won't say shit to me
Uh, smoking on that green (oh yeah)
Hell nah, oh please
Oh that's yo bitch, then why she with the gang
All up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets (for the streets)
Let her blow it in a breeze
Forget her man, now she can't speak
I can't leave that shit in the past
Yeah, we used to be cool (cool)
And you used to make me laugh (laugh)
But um, I can't be the man that you ask (you ask)
I just accepted that this shit will never ever last
Okay I'm drunk and it's late
I've lost all of my patience (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted
Probably on your bitch's playlist (I am)
I know they got a lot to say about me
But won't say shit to me
Uh, smoking on that green (God damn)
Hell nah, oh please
Oh that's yo bitch, then why she with the gang
All up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets (streets, yeah)
Let her blow it in a breeze
Forget her man, now she can't speak
Rockstar lifestyle, on my Cobain shit ('Bain, yeah)
Got blacked out drunk and forgot who I came with (came with)
Went home with two basic hoes, f*ck it I was faded
That's your bitch? She passed me the spliff
F*ck it I'ma face it
Okay I'm drunk and it's late
I've lost all of my patience (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted (young, rich and wasted)
Probably on your bitch's playlist
I know they got a lot to say about me
But won't say shit to me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Uh, smoking on that green
Hell nah, oh please
Oh that's yo bitch, then why she with the gang
All up on her knees? (All up on her knees?)
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets (for the streets)
Let her blow it in a breeze
Forget her man, now she can't speak (yeah)
Writer: Charlton Howard, Cody Rounds, Danny Snodgrass, Nicolas Baran, Rio Leyva
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Blastoff
Internet Money, bitch
(Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
F*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
F*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me
F*ck with me, baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been draggin' me
Cravin' your love, it's heart-attackin' me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
F*ck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
F*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
F*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)
You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
In a way, you keep harassin' me
It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson, uh
We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)
Toxic, toxic, toxic
The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
F*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
F*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me
F*ck with me, baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been draggin' me
Cravin' your love, it's heart-attackin' me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
Gang, gang, gang
Probably f*ckin' your mama
Three K on my wrist like André
Servin' like entrée
Huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?
(Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
F*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
F*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me
F*ck with me, baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been draggin' me
Cravin' your love, it's heart-attackin' me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
F*ck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
F*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
F*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)
You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
In a way, you keep harassin' me
It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson, uh
We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)
Toxic, toxic, toxic
The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
F*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
F*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me
F*ck with me, baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been draggin' me
Cravin' your love, it's heart-attackin' me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
Gang, gang, gang
Probably f*ckin' your mama
Three K on my wrist like André
Servin' like entrée
Huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?
Writer: Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Henry Nichols, Jarad A. Higgins, Kim II Candilora, Michael Lamar II White, Nicholas Mira, William Repko
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Take It Slow
Rio
Perfect
I got what you need
Ain't no playing games
Baby that's just me
We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs
Poppin' that girl it ain't easy
Lovin' your body, I mean it
What you know?
Heard you like playin' them games
Swervin' all into my lane
Baby girl, say my name
Take it slow
Might as well since you asked
24/7 we crash
You and I movin' too fast
What you know?
You and me, we can get even
Lovin' your body, I need it
Baby girl know that I mean it
I need it, baby, get nasty (oh), so nasty (yeah)
I need you boujee and sassy (oh), so sassy (sassy)
She want to f*ck in the Bentley (skrrt), the backseat
She wanna play, she can't have me (yeah)
Mcm Michi, don't at me (woo)
I cannot beef with you, I ain't your man
We gettin' freaky 'cause that was the plan
I cannot beef with you, one of the best
I cannot beef with you, you is a fan (yeah)
All of this talkin' and you not my main
Baby, I see it, I know you play games
You think you slick, huh? I'm doing the same
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Movin' your hips, touchin' my lips (mmh)
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Far as I've gone, fast as it gets
We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs
Poppin' that girl it ain't easy
Lovin' your body, I mean it
What you know?
Heard you like playin' them games
Swervin' all into my lane
Baby girl, say my name
Take it slow
Might as well since you asked
24/7 we crash
You and I movin' too fast
What you know?
You and me, we can get even
Lovin' your body, I need it
Baby girl know that I mean it
Pull up in a Rolls Royce, give her no choice
But she said, "Damn, won't you look at that nigga"
We be in hotel, makin' hella noise
Knowin' damn well I hate to gettin' bitter
Gotta use a low voice, said no noise
Like, "Shh, what's that sound?" (Sound)
Two packs in, one scroll in my hand
We rollin' up all of that loud
Miami Dolphins sized bags when I'm shoppin', yeah
We can go out on the spree
I'm in the club, yeah, spot me a buddy
I think I just seen that boy Michi
Find me some Bubbly, she wan' get cuddly
I took that girl out the streets (yeah)
Told her to run with me, kisses and company
We makin' love on repeat
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Movin' your hips, touchin' my lips (mmh)
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Far as I've gone, fast as it gets
We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs
Poppin' that girl it ain't easy
Lovin' your body, I mean it
What you know?
Heard you like playin' them games
Swervin' all into my lane
Baby girl, say my name
Take it slow
Might as well since you asked
24/7 we crash
You and I movin' too fast
What you know?
You and me, we can get even
Lovin' your body, I need it
Baby girl know that I mean it
(We could take it slow)
(But girl, you got to know I got needs)
(Poppin' that girl it ain't easy)
(Lovin' your body, I mean it)
(We could take it slow)
(But girl, you got to know I got needs)
(Poppin' that girl it ain't easy)
(Lovin' your body, I mean it)
Perfect
I got what you need
Ain't no playing games
Baby that's just me
We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs
Poppin' that girl it ain't easy
Lovin' your body, I mean it
What you know?
Heard you like playin' them games
Swervin' all into my lane
Baby girl, say my name
Take it slow
Might as well since you asked
24/7 we crash
You and I movin' too fast
What you know?
You and me, we can get even
Lovin' your body, I need it
Baby girl know that I mean it
I need it, baby, get nasty (oh), so nasty (yeah)
I need you boujee and sassy (oh), so sassy (sassy)
She want to f*ck in the Bentley (skrrt), the backseat
She wanna play, she can't have me (yeah)
Mcm Michi, don't at me (woo)
I cannot beef with you, I ain't your man
We gettin' freaky 'cause that was the plan
I cannot beef with you, one of the best
I cannot beef with you, you is a fan (yeah)
All of this talkin' and you not my main
Baby, I see it, I know you play games
You think you slick, huh? I'm doing the same
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Movin' your hips, touchin' my lips (mmh)
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Far as I've gone, fast as it gets
We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs
Poppin' that girl it ain't easy
Lovin' your body, I mean it
What you know?
Heard you like playin' them games
Swervin' all into my lane
Baby girl, say my name
Take it slow
Might as well since you asked
24/7 we crash
You and I movin' too fast
What you know?
You and me, we can get even
Lovin' your body, I need it
Baby girl know that I mean it
Pull up in a Rolls Royce, give her no choice
But she said, "Damn, won't you look at that nigga"
We be in hotel, makin' hella noise
Knowin' damn well I hate to gettin' bitter
Gotta use a low voice, said no noise
Like, "Shh, what's that sound?" (Sound)
Two packs in, one scroll in my hand
We rollin' up all of that loud
Miami Dolphins sized bags when I'm shoppin', yeah
We can go out on the spree
I'm in the club, yeah, spot me a buddy
I think I just seen that boy Michi
Find me some Bubbly, she wan' get cuddly
I took that girl out the streets (yeah)
Told her to run with me, kisses and company
We makin' love on repeat
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Movin' your hips, touchin' my lips (mmh)
Runnin' 'round that up and down, we did
Far as I've gone, fast as it gets
We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs
Poppin' that girl it ain't easy
Lovin' your body, I mean it
What you know?
Heard you like playin' them games
Swervin' all into my lane
Baby girl, say my name
Take it slow
Might as well since you asked
24/7 we crash
You and I movin' too fast
What you know?
You and me, we can get even
Lovin' your body, I need it
Baby girl know that I mean it
(We could take it slow)
(But girl, you got to know I got needs)
(Poppin' that girl it ain't easy)
(Lovin' your body, I mean it)
(We could take it slow)
(But girl, you got to know I got needs)
(Poppin' that girl it ain't easy)
(Lovin' your body, I mean it)
Writer: Rio Leyva, Danny Snodgrass, Cody Rounds, Campbell Rolston-Clemmer, Dorian Theus-Hurd, Julius Roosevelt Terrell, Golden Landis Von Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Giddy Up
That's Internet Money, bitch
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Know you see me, I be flexing on the TV now
I'm in your city now, baby, let me see you bounce
I'm a player, baby, you could say I get around
It ain't no secret now, thought you had it figured out
She got them big hips, wow
I'm tryna see you throw it back and bust down
We finna get lit now
I wanna see you giddy up and get wild, yeah
I'm tryna see you at your best
Bend it over, you been blessed
New in town, girl, you fresh
I don't trick, don't invest
I don't sleep, I don't rest
Get a check, I want next
New chain, I want next
Hundred mil', I want next
New crib, I want next
Get a pound, I want next
In the clouds, I want next
Hundred mil', I want next
New crib, I want next
Get a pound, I want next
Money pile, run respect
Know you see me, I be flexing on the TV now
I'm in your city now, baby, let me see you bounce
I'm a player, baby, you could say I get around
It ain't no secret now, thought you had it figured out
She got them big hips, wow
I'm tryna see you throw it back and bust down
We finna get lit now
I wanna see you giddy up and get wild, yeah
I got that cheat code, give a nigga big smoke
Shawty, she deep throat, but I'ma give her deep strokes
I get it in from the rim to the free throw
Looking for freak hoes, keep it on the D-low
So when the shows over, when you comin' back?
Know the hotel close but we f*ckin' in the cab
I'm a well-known roadster runnin' to the bag, girl
Funny you should ask, girl, I know why you mad girl
Know you see me, I be flexing on the TV now
I'm in your city now, baby, let me see you bounce
I'm a player, baby, you could say I get around
It ain't no secret now, thought you had it figured out
She got them big hips, wow
I'm tryna see you throw it back and bust down
We finna get lit now
I wanna see you giddy up and get wild, yeah
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Know you see me, I be flexing on the TV now
I'm in your city now, baby, let me see you bounce
I'm a player, baby, you could say I get around
It ain't no secret now, thought you had it figured out
She got them big hips, wow
I'm tryna see you throw it back and bust down
We finna get lit now
I wanna see you giddy up and get wild, yeah
I'm tryna see you at your best
Bend it over, you been blessed
New in town, girl, you fresh
I don't trick, don't invest
I don't sleep, I don't rest
Get a check, I want next
New chain, I want next
Hundred mil', I want next
New crib, I want next
Get a pound, I want next
In the clouds, I want next
Hundred mil', I want next
New crib, I want next
Get a pound, I want next
Money pile, run respect
Know you see me, I be flexing on the TV now
I'm in your city now, baby, let me see you bounce
I'm a player, baby, you could say I get around
It ain't no secret now, thought you had it figured out
She got them big hips, wow
I'm tryna see you throw it back and bust down
We finna get lit now
I wanna see you giddy up and get wild, yeah
I got that cheat code, give a nigga big smoke
Shawty, she deep throat, but I'ma give her deep strokes
I get it in from the rim to the free throw
Looking for freak hoes, keep it on the D-low
So when the shows over, when you comin' back?
Know the hotel close but we f*ckin' in the cab
I'm a well-known roadster runnin' to the bag, girl
Funny you should ask, girl, I know why you mad girl
Know you see me, I be flexing on the TV now
I'm in your city now, baby, let me see you bounce
I'm a player, baby, you could say I get around
It ain't no secret now, thought you had it figured out
She got them big hips, wow
I'm tryna see you throw it back and bust down
We finna get lit now
I wanna see you giddy up and get wild, yeah
Writer: John Luther, Dorian Theus, Nicholas Mira, Donny Snodgrass, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Golden Landis Von Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Block
Internet Money, bitch
Yeah, ooh
Yeah
Big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on
Lil', uh, bitch
Ayy, yeah (hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these f*ck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I don't got the time to be playin' games with the opps
Pull up with this chop' and then I knock you out your socks (bah)
Timeless, and I don't need a motherf*ckin' clock
Man, I swear to God, all I need is my Glock and mop, yeah
They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these f*ck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
They said you had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, we stay like Ricky Bobby, not the Bobby with lil' Whitney
I drop five up on the Glock and you think I ain't bring it with me
I put four-fives in this big 3.0 and spark it like a blizzy
I don't show no love to city hoes but I do love this Glizzy
Make her vow to me, you will never jam when you in need
With this laserbeam, put him underneath the concrete
Better not play with me, I'ma make sure you niggas sleep
Dig your grave for me, jump inside and tell me what you see, uh
They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these f*ck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, ooh
Yeah
Big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on
Lil', uh, bitch
Ayy, yeah (hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these f*ck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I don't got the time to be playin' games with the opps
Pull up with this chop' and then I knock you out your socks (bah)
Timeless, and I don't need a motherf*ckin' clock
Man, I swear to God, all I need is my Glock and mop, yeah
They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these f*ck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
They said you had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, we stay like Ricky Bobby, not the Bobby with lil' Whitney
I drop five up on the Glock and you think I ain't bring it with me
I put four-fives in this big 3.0 and spark it like a blizzy
I don't show no love to city hoes but I do love this Glizzy
Make her vow to me, you will never jam when you in need
With this laserbeam, put him underneath the concrete
Better not play with me, I'ma make sure you niggas sleep
Dig your grave for me, jump inside and tell me what you see, uh
They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these f*ck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Writer: Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Darak Ahmath Figueroa, Michael Lamar II White, Nicholas Mira, Timothy Thomas Henson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Devastated
Staring at the ceiling
All alone in my room
No, I don't like this feeling
When I don't sleep with you
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
Without you I'm just stuck in a daze
And the thoughts in my head, can't erase
Of everything I missed about you, you, you, you
I don't wanna leave you here devastated
Even though it's not forever 'cause
You know how this game goes, we gotta play it
I'll be comin' back for you
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
I can't wait to get out of this place
I don't wanna leave you sittin' here waiting
Even though it's not forever girl
Rain falls on the window
It reminds me of you
Summer days, I miss those
Sitting under the blue
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
Without you I'm just stuck in a daze
And the thoughts in my head, can't erase
Of everything I missed about you, you, you, you
I don't wanna leave you here devastated
Even though it's not forever 'cause
You know how this game goes, we gotta play it
I'll be comin' back for you
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
I can't wait to get out of this place
I don't wanna leave you sittin' here waiting
Even though it's not forever girl
All alone in my room
No, I don't like this feeling
When I don't sleep with you
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
Without you I'm just stuck in a daze
And the thoughts in my head, can't erase
Of everything I missed about you, you, you, you
I don't wanna leave you here devastated
Even though it's not forever 'cause
You know how this game goes, we gotta play it
I'll be comin' back for you
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
I can't wait to get out of this place
I don't wanna leave you sittin' here waiting
Even though it's not forever girl
Rain falls on the window
It reminds me of you
Summer days, I miss those
Sitting under the blue
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
Without you I'm just stuck in a daze
And the thoughts in my head, can't erase
Of everything I missed about you, you, you, you
I don't wanna leave you here devastated
Even though it's not forever 'cause
You know how this game goes, we gotta play it
I'll be comin' back for you
Now I'm five-thousand miles away
I can't wait to get out of this place
I don't wanna leave you sittin' here waiting
Even though it's not forever girl
Writer: Nicholas Mira, Alexander Wigdahl, Danny Snodgrass, Geno James Gitas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Let You Down
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Internet Money, bitch
(Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid) Yeah
I know heartbreak's your favorite song
But baby you ain't have to let me down
And I know you were never really there
But I feel like you really always cared
But don't bother, I know you wanna hit my line
But I will never let you waste my time
But I wonder?
Tell me, is it right? Tell me, is it true?
Something you despise?
Oh, you despise me? That's more than likely
Diamonds, oh yes, and they're pricey
And I don't need you no you can't advise me
Them is just a couple reasons that they do not like me
We be with they bitches and they licking up a ice cream
And the bitch gave away my heart 'cause the shit too goddamn icy
And we ain't make no vows, want me call her wifey
And I cannot do that, I don't trust you the slightest
These emotions that I file, think I had a virus
Will you be there anyway? Just tell me if you riding?
Will you be there anyway? Just tell me what you finding?
If you there until the end just tell me if you like it
I know heartbreak's your favorite song
But baby you ain't have to let me down
And I know you were never really there
But I feel like you really always cared
Don't bother, I know you wanna hit my line
But I will never let you waste my time
But I wonder?
Tell me, is it right? Tell me, is it true?
Something you despise?
So are you comfortable?
Baby you like me
I had to pick a hear out like a type beat
I was digging at her love, like I'm mining
She type to take away my time and
Finding, finding who I really am
Lying, lying, I know what you saying
Trying, trying, I know we can make it
No crying, crying, swear now you seem bad
I had a hard time trying to find right, I'm
Feeling I might die, feel like the time's right
And it's been such a long time since I felt alright
I've been alone, you've been alone, so what's right
I know heartbreak's your favorite song
But baby you ain't have to let me down
And I know you were never really there
But I feel like you really always cared
But don't bother, I know you wanna hit my line
But I will never let you waste my time
But I wonder?
Tell me, is it right? Tell me, is it true?
Something you despise?
Internet Money, bitch
(Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid) Yeah
I know heartbreak's your favorite song
But baby you ain't have to let me down
And I know you were never really there
But I feel like you really always cared
But don't bother, I know you wanna hit my line
But I will never let you waste my time
But I wonder?
Tell me, is it right? Tell me, is it true?
Something you despise?
Oh, you despise me? That's more than likely
Diamonds, oh yes, and they're pricey
And I don't need you no you can't advise me
Them is just a couple reasons that they do not like me
We be with they bitches and they licking up a ice cream
And the bitch gave away my heart 'cause the shit too goddamn icy
And we ain't make no vows, want me call her wifey
And I cannot do that, I don't trust you the slightest
These emotions that I file, think I had a virus
Will you be there anyway? Just tell me if you riding?
Will you be there anyway? Just tell me what you finding?
If you there until the end just tell me if you like it
I know heartbreak's your favorite song
But baby you ain't have to let me down
And I know you were never really there
But I feel like you really always cared
Don't bother, I know you wanna hit my line
But I will never let you waste my time
But I wonder?
Tell me, is it right? Tell me, is it true?
Something you despise?
So are you comfortable?
Baby you like me
I had to pick a hear out like a type beat
I was digging at her love, like I'm mining
She type to take away my time and
Finding, finding who I really am
Lying, lying, I know what you saying
Trying, trying, I know we can make it
No crying, crying, swear now you seem bad
I had a hard time trying to find right, I'm
Feeling I might die, feel like the time's right
And it's been such a long time since I felt alright
I've been alone, you've been alone, so what's right
I know heartbreak's your favorite song
But baby you ain't have to let me down
And I know you were never really there
But I feel like you really always cared
But don't bother, I know you wanna hit my line
But I will never let you waste my time
But I wonder?
Tell me, is it right? Tell me, is it true?
Something you despise?
Writer: Nicholas Mira, Danny Snodgrass, Julius Roosevelt Terrell
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No Option
Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining old relationships and shit
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah)
I had just finished the prison stint
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm only tryna do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime
But they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like girls go wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm one in a million, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the f*ck I offended
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Or in better words, another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did him
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered
I'll still be a bread winner
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and whispered
"You gotta get better control of your businesses"
"Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer"
"The people that suffer the most are your children"
Flew her in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Up end of my circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the f*ck they controlling my future?
All of the people who matter be smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down up the road on a bid
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
'Til the lights go out
You know sometimes I uh, I-I I get
I get depressed you know and I can't move and I
I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch
That I used to talk with and I
Fly baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Until the lights go out, oh
Raw, keep that
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining old relationships and shit
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah)
I had just finished the prison stint
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm only tryna do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime
But they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like girls go wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm one in a million, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the f*ck I offended
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Or in better words, another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did him
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered
I'll still be a bread winner
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and whispered
"You gotta get better control of your businesses"
"Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer"
"The people that suffer the most are your children"
Flew her in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Up end of my circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the f*ck they controlling my future?
All of the people who matter be smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down up the road on a bid
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
'Til the lights go out
You know sometimes I uh, I-I I get
I get depressed you know and I can't move and I
I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch
That I used to talk with and I
Fly baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Until the lights go out, oh
Raw, keep that
Writer: Danny Snodgrass, Maxwell Nichols, Kim Candilora, Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lemonade
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Addy boys, got some 60's in my bag (Addy)
Lips sealed, ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat (no)
In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (bling)
Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (stress)
All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (nothing)
Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (disgusting)
Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm living comfortably (thank God)
Gettin' checks, I don't believe her, she say she done with me
Burnt some bridges, and I let the fire light the way (oh-whoa)
Kickin' my feet up, left the PJ's on a PJ (PJ)
Yeah, I'm a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (oh)
I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' Wock', ayy (hey)
Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy (yeah)
I was fifteen, I sip codeine with my dawg, yeah (codeine)
Did a Percocet, promethazine, I feel gnarly (promethazine)
Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
Still in my war ways (war ways)
Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He blessed me with fortune and fame (fortune and fame, nice)
I made my first fifty, I couldn't go back empty
I knew I was stuck to that game, uh (stuck)
Loyal and I'll never change, yeah
I'm never gon' go against the grain (go 'gainst the grain)
Never gon' be one to turn on my brother when police has got him detained (nah)
I won't ever love a bitch more than my mother
And that's on my government name (nah)
I can't be no sucker, ain't hating on no one
I wish everybody get paid (paid)
'Cause we counting up everyday (everyday)
Getting high 'til I land in the grave
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Addy boys, got some 60's in my bag (Addy)
Lips sealed, ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat (no)
In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (bling)
Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (stress)
All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (nothing)
Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (disgusting)
Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm living comfortably (thank God)
Gettin' checks, I don't believe her, she say she done with me
Burnt some bridges, and I let the fire light the way (oh-whoa)
Kickin' my feet up, left the PJ's on a PJ (PJ)
Yeah, I'm a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (oh)
I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' Wock', ayy (hey)
Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy (yeah)
I was fifteen, I sip codeine with my dawg, yeah (codeine)
Did a Percocet, promethazine, I feel gnarly (promethazine)
Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
Still in my war ways (war ways)
Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He blessed me with fortune and fame (fortune and fame, nice)
I made my first fifty, I couldn't go back empty
I knew I was stuck to that game, uh (stuck)
Loyal and I'll never change, yeah
I'm never gon' go against the grain (go 'gainst the grain)
Never gon' be one to turn on my brother when police has got him detained (nah)
I won't ever love a bitch more than my mother
And that's on my government name (nah)
I can't be no sucker, ain't hating on no one
I wish everybody get paid (paid)
'Cause we counting up everyday (everyday)
Getting high 'til I land in the grave
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can't miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin' (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Alec Wigdahl, Don Toliver, Donny Flores, Elias Latrou, Gabriel Snodgrass Jr., Henry Nichols, Jocelyn Donald, John Mitchell, Navraj Goraya, Nicholas Mira, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, 7130 Entertainment, LLC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, 7130 Entertainment, LLC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC