Know you want me for my bread, you ain't fucking wit' my head Try to push me to the edge, I reverse that shit instead You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on You want me 'cause the drip I got, the sauce that I got on I pop out with some Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent Got all these mixed emotions, had to put 'em in a song You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on You gold digging thinking I don't know what's going on
I love my niggas but y'all ain't treating me the same I never thought that y'all would switch up on me for the fame Chatting on my name So call my phone, I'm a let it ring Call my phone, I'm a let it ring now Tell me what you would do If your day one nigga started changing on you We done been through a lot, ya act like y'all forgot And I know a lot of niggas didn't want me to pop Got no love for a thot, I'm just chasing the guap Hollow shells for a nigga 'cause we play with them Glocks So I stay with a chop, I ain't saying a lot 'Til Sandy come home, he gon' stay in the box They ain't feeling my pain, they must think it's a game I can't wait to take a picture next to Nicki and Wayne Two SB on the chain and I know I'ma stain If you run up on me I'm a have some shells for your brain Henny, Patron got me feeling good The gang with me, wish a nigga would Strapped, waitin' for a opp when I'm in the hood I'm a keep making noise 'til it's understood
Know you want me for my bread, you ain't fucking wit' my head Try to push me to the edge, I reverse that shit instead You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on You want me 'cause the drip I got, the sauce that I got on I pop out with some Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent Got all these mixed emotions, got to put 'em in a song You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on You gold digging thinking I don't know what's going on
And I could spit some shit that y'all just wouldn't comprehend It's really Smelly drive and I'm riding to the end My new grip the clip extend, it's full for all your friends They prayin' I'ma fail when my career, it just began Told the guys it's our year, right now it's our time I'ma always do my best to make sure everyone shine Long, long time, we all gon' be fine I ain't never said contradicted none of my lines But I'm going through stuff, I think that I'm stressed Everyday I'm in the studio, ain't getting no rest That's the reason why the haters won't acknowledge that I'm next They hate because I'm coming strong, stepping on they neck Why you hating on me? I ain't hating on you And niggas clout chasing like it's something to do I still don't understand, I swear everything new And I'm hearing a lot of rumors, I don't know if they true I know you niggas too fake, they two-faced Always throwing shade, swear that shit amuse me You're not about to use me, use me I ain't got no feelings shorty, you a groupie
Compositores: Jason L. Patterson, Tione Merritt (Lil Tjay) (BMI)Editor: Sony/atv Songs Llc (BMI)Administração: Sony/atv Music Publishing LlcECAD verificado obra #29064397 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM