4AMJAYY - Change Lyrics

(Jayy, it's 4AM)
I want Y'all niggas to feel this shit

Yeah
How long will you drown up in this dark void
Know you f*cking with them wrong boys
Yeah, you f*cking with them wrong boys

Yeah, You ain't ever had a hot boy before like me shawty
Yeah, you ain't ever had a block boy before like me shawty
Yeah, you ain't ever had real nigga before me shawty
Yeah, and I know you like that all these bitches Knoweth me shawty

You know who you're dealing with, I might blow a bag on you
Yeah, Right now I'm bad for you, but I'll be back for you
I'll bring them racks to you
I'll bring that bag to you
You know I'm running back to you
I'll cop that Prada bag for you

And they like to say I'm bad for you
But if you ever left me for good baby then that's really bad for you
And you know that's bad for me too
I guess we both going to lose
I guess we all going to lose
Man, f*ck, the whole world going to lose
But at least I got you Jimmy Choo's, Yeah

(Yeah)
(What the f*ck)
(I said, "What the f*ck")
(I don't even know what the f*ck I'm saying little shawty)
(But let me tell you this)

I left you in the past
I'm onto bigger things
You say that you're different, but you're the same
(Yeah, you're the same)
But you're the same
(Yeah, you're the same girl from the block from way back in the day)

Yeah, my girl so bad
Yeah, that shit is insane, yeah
Yeah, I had to grow up, yeah, I had to change
(Yeah, I had to change for you, little shawty)
Huh, Change

Nah, it don't get better than you shawty
Yeah, I would know if there was better than you shawty
Tell me what you sipping little shawty
Oh, pick your poison little shawty
(I'll pop that bottle, pop BACARDÍ)
You drown your sorrows up in Saké
We f*ck to Ciara, "Body Party"

Oh, excuse my French, you know I'm sorry
No, we not on the bench, know we balling
Said she like my tempo, bankroll, Bitch,
I'm making money faster than you, shawty
Let me switch up the tempo, let's go, I'll throw Benzo's
You can't come around, around these Ends though
I got halo's, I got angels protecting me, so I ain't really worried about nothing

Talk that shit, you best bust it
My bitch bad, your bitch busted
Yeah, pop a nigga, we ain't tussling
Yeah, my pop my collar, bitch, I'm hustling
Yeah, my pop my collar, bitch, I'm trapping
I don't talk to hoes I ain't tapping
I don't beef with niggas, I'm just rapping
I don't troll, bitch I bury caskets
On the road, bitch we get it cracking
Yeah, you know I tried to bury the hatchet
But f*ck that, f*ck all that yapping
Out the roll, then stuff that shit in the mattress
If I pull up on you, then it's tragic
And my girl look like she out a pageant
Yeah, I'm too busy getting these racks so I

I left you in the past
I'm onto bigger things
(Yeah, right now I'm bad for you)
You say that you're different, but you're the same
(But I'll be back for you shawty)
But you're the same

Yeah, my girl so bad
Yeah, that shit is insane, yeah
Yeah, I had to grow up, yeah, I had to change
(Yeah, You're the only one worth changing for)
Huh, Change