Me vs Myself Album Lyrics by A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

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Food for Thought

I always kept it real with people that was fake with me
You say it's food for thought, I brought this whole damn plate with me
I been thinkin' 'bout that shit you said
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I need your help 'cause I
Feel out of touch with real life
I'm feelin' love with other bitches just to see what that shit feel like
Intoxicate our mind 'til we so gone
That's when I wake up sober, somethin' tellin' me, "Go home"

Feel like that means somethin'
Even if it don't, I just don't want you to cut me off and make it look like I be buggin'
But who the f*ck am I to give demands? Yeah
Respectfully, all the power is in your hands, yeah
Insecurities cover my heart, look (huh?)
And different bitches just be on my thoughts, yeah
Fell in love with the lifestyle, my guap, yeah, look
"Half On a Baby" was your favorite song, like, yeah
But I just had to f*ck it up
No, it's not your fault at all, baby, you would've done enough
I guess I never had love, steady tryna test my luck
Steady pourin' out my feelings and just sittin' in this cup that you fill
You was the homie, I didn't love you, but I didn't hate you
Goin' state to state, was only eighteen when I first got my cake up
I thought about savin' these bitches before my own damn savings
Now I got to keep at least one thirty-eight bezel on my wrist (woo)
Two .38s on my hip
Three, I know this ain't important
But if I pop this trunk, it's for .223s like James and Jordan
Huh? Just needed ventilation
Come fetch air with this private jet, we can go to any location
Took the same pill that I took, now we can't feel our faces
Numb to the pain, can't feel my face, but it's okay, I feel you
Just say you're ready (woo), tone like khaki
I wanna see how far down you really gon' really make it
And I cannot be makin' promises, my mind been changin'
I wanna knock all on your walls and see like I'm your neighbor
They throwin' shots, ain't got no aim, they never even grazed us
Lots of foreign cars even if it's rainin'
Hoodie by Rudolph, white shoes, my hoodie by Rudolph, white shoes, I slid by
Don't plan on losin' my cool, hopped in my coupe and my roof said, "Bye"
I told my goons to come through, they gon' do what they do
They don't shoot at no damn sky
Tequila on forty-deuce, on forty-deuce in New York I'm that damn guy
All of my cars, they go, "Vroom," so much guap all my opps wanna turn to my allies

I always kept it real with people that was being fake with me
These VVs hittin' like a glass of lemonade, baby
I be that nigga with the juice, you say
Maybe you're wrong, maybe I need your help 'cause I
Feel out of touch with real life
You could buy everythin' except love
You gotta walk in my shoes to know what that shit feel like
And then I wake up sober, look, huh?

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B.R.O. (Better Ride Out)

Said, I ain't got no friends, all my niggas blood to me
Spillin' in your ear, yeah, that's blood money

Hatin' niggas f*ckin' up my vibe (yeah)
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm fine
If I call you bro, you better ride out
Just tell me what's the words and we gon' slide on guys
Me and broski poppin' thirties, no sleep
Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me
I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
Treat my whole gang just like blood brothers
If I call you my brother then we gon' ride
I love you forever, nigga, my guy for life
You know it's whatever if you fight, I fight
Tell me what's the word and we gon' slide on guys
Me and broski sippin' on Codeine
Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me
I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
I'm DTP forever, bitches know me (know me, bitches know)

Seven hundred thousand, a Phantom on a random
Buy the bitch a Birkin every time she throw a tantrum
My accountant on speed dial, I told him, "Make the transfer"
Ain't got questions on 'cause I walk with all the answers
I pull up million dollar car (blu, blu, blu)
I know some Bloods that are slime (woo, woo, woo)
Blueberry fits, perfect time (woo, woo, woo)

The projects always showin' love for me, yeah
Whenever I'm in New York, me and Boogie like cousins
Gotta fire up a jet and take a trip out to London (woo)
My diamonds always hittin', me and Eliantte always up to somethin'
Diamonds on baguettes, girl, just tell me if I'm heavy
I came from the bottom, I came straight out of poverty
I had to look around to see who's with me and not with me
Tryna go and stacks these billions on the long road
If I tell you, "I love you", that ain't a lie
Until I make a couple million, I can't go home
They want a championship, so I bought the two tone (woo)
Bentley Colosseum, ridin' with the roof gone

Killed my vibe
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm fine
If I call you bro, you better ride out
Just tell me what's the words and we gon' slide, slide, slide
Just me and broski sippin' on this Codeine
Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me
I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
Treat my whole gang just like blood brothers
If I call you my brother then we gon' ride
I love you forever, nigga, my guy for life
You know it's whatever if you fight, I fight
Tell me what's the word and we gon' slide on guys
Just me and my broski, poppin' thirties, no sleep
Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me
I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me
Whole damn gang, treat 'em like blood brothers (blood brothers, blood brothers)

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Take Shots

Yeah, oh, na-na
Shot after shot

I can get you Fendi, Prada, Christian, Gucci
Baby, spend some time, I spend this change like loose leaf
Hot like Grabba, come here, mama
Baby, spin around, let me see how you move loosely
Hop inside the Lambo, it's just us in the two-seat
Everything I got on from the shoes to hat is beasty
Plenty Henny, I'm feelin' woozy
I took too many tonight, it's a movie

Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot after shot (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh-oh

I can tell you got tension, tension, tension (yeah)
I need transparency, tell me what's on your mind
Take shots like backshots, mad shots, shot after shot (look)
(Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

Ayy, I can get you drunk, sloppy, top me
Get ahead low like lobby, beat it up, Rocky
Chain swingin', name ringin'
Shit changed, don't entertain the same women
Drunk, woozy, ooh, I like your vibe
Let's stop by the Jacuzzi
And I like your frame in La Perla, Gucci
French bitch from Montana, told her I'ma Shmurda dance in that coochie
Look, f*ck all that singing shit, let's keep it raw and rugged
I wanna see you take shots 'til your body's all in my covers
And your friends threesoming, and they talkin' all these discussions
And we at the table speakin' who who freaky
And doin' what when we back at the spot
Magnums come out the box and never go back in the box
She take shots like backshots, she's backing the shots
My dick hop out the zipper, somethin' like Jack in the Box
You know I made it turn, shot o'clock, stop actin' so shy, come on

Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot after shot (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh-oh

I can tell you got tension, tension, tension (shot after shot) (yeah)
I need transparency, tell me what's on your mind
Take shots like backshots, mad shots, shot after shot (look)
(Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

Baby, we can do a trio, me, you and your migo
Sippin' Casamigos, yeah-yeah-yeah
I wanna see you deepthroat, girl, that ass is lethal
Bust it then I reload, yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna see how bad you can get when you drop
Even though you're dangerous, I love the way you walk
Seems like you're anxious, don't gotta hide your scars
Imperfectly perfect, not a single flaw, nah, nah, nah
My bag different, count up mad chicken
From New York, she like my accent, I make her act different
She want Richard Mille status, skip the Patek
Cut from a different car, she a different fabric
She think I need sex everyday
Hop inside the double R, just take me away
Your eyes reflect the stars when we f*ck in the Wraith
We both got Amiri on our legs
Grab yo' waist and lift yo' legs to yo' waist
Look, get in the car, don't touch nothin'
Sit in the car, let's discuss somethin'
Either we f*ckin', or I, look
I'll end up switchin' uo the subject on her, look
I ain't with nothin', you gon' suck it, or not?

Nah, look, nah, nah, nah, nah
Look, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah (whoa-whoa)
Woo

Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot after shot (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh-oh

I can tell you got tension, tension, tension (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Take shots, take shots, shot after shot

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Water

Ride my wave, might drown in it
My wave, my wave, might drown in it
Might drown, mm-mm, mm-mm, baby
Might drown, look, woo

Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said, "I'm really ballin'"?)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't f*ck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma f*ck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Just don't tell my baby momma nothin'

From the Bronx, I got it tatted, my nigga, look
I don't do no G-Wagen unless I'm with the gangly, the stragglers with us
We was really pushin' Ps and crackin' cars, but I couldn't say that in songs
They gon' try to make a case out of what I say no matter if it was true or false
All of my niggas got baptized to the streets, catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at thirteen, 50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish high school
And that's when I caught the charge
Bought a double R, treated it like a Mercedes, girl, I swear to God
And I'm from New York, you can call me baby, baby like I'm Biggie Smalls
The way you be, the way you be sayin' my name, yeah
I'm wavy, you throwin' it back, different angles
And I used to be rockin' the same clothes
Thinkin' it was okay 'cause it's Balmain, oh
Birkins and Tiffany for my main ho
Did it all, I retired to Palm Angels

Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said, "I'm really ballin'"? Woo)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't f*ck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma f*ck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Just don't tell my baby momma nothin' (just don't tell my baby momma nothin')

Ayy, all the water like a sea, I came in with A Boogie and PnB (go)
Thuggin', I never won a BET, but I came a long way, I won in the streets,ayy
I'm ballin', I don't give a f*ck what time it is, bitch, I'm goin' back to sleep, ayy
I'm bouncin', I can call up all your steppers to knock you right off of your feet, ayy
My money ran deep, rain hit my wrist, water turn to ice, ayy
Oh, you know I'm cheatin'? Even when I'm wrong, bitch, I'm always right
I go to New York for the jewelry, I go to North Miami for the Perky
I put the remix on the Vert, nuttin' in three bitches on purpose, you heard me
Richard Mille cost a half a ounce, in a hotel tryna bust a scam
Paid three Bs for this f*ckin' deal, made three hundred racks, no question
I was only tryna make it for my fam', had to make a sale, it wasn't no twists
I went on robberies to get designer jeans so I'm stylin' free, nigga, Funk Flex

Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water (uh-huh)
(You think I was playin' when I said, "I'm really ballin'"? Woo)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't f*ck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma f*ck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Just don't tell my baby momma nothin'

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Money Conversations

How you gon' tell me that it's real when it's fake?
Don't you tell me what it is if it ain't, nigga
Look, 'cause I've been in and out the bank
Nowadays I don't even wanna talk if it ain't money conversations

'Cause I been countin' up, don't ask me how I been
Makin' plays like I'm Jason, but I don't kid
I could never tell you what I did
'Cause it is what it is if it is what it is and it is

Twitter fingers, yeah, I never was the type
Back then all a nigga knew was swipe
Little nigga, like a fox with the swipers
Gotta stay away, stay away from the mice, yeah
Flyest in the room, that's a fact
Keep a stick like a witch, but it's not a damn broom, huh?
I know everybody's not a goon
All she needed was a hookah and some 1942, huh?
I swear 'cause I never was the type (yeah)
If it's in the dark, I'm never turnin' on the light, uh
Rest in peace, you ain't wanna lose (yeah)
Word to mother, if I see his killer, I'ma boom him
I'm goin' in with my gang, yeah, my bros
We go way in like Shawn, Marlon, and Damon
Montana and I hold like I came in
Talk lingo, not a dirty conversation
It's different nowadays, I'm not a gangster, I changed
V12, and a ho like a slave
Word to mother, niggas better not play with him, he dangerous
Word to Beasty, believe me, he anxious
Look, lately I've been hearin' all these motherf*ckin' rumors
Niggas out here steady switchin' sides, it's confusin'
Laces hangin' off the floor, I never tie my shoes
Every day I'm puttin' on a different outfit with a new gun
Like which one should I wear with these, the nine or the Ruger?
Bro-bro told me niggas gon' be jealous when you're too lit
That's why every single club I had to sneak the tool in
Always hangin' around a bunch of f*ckin' criminals
They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me lose
Couldn't even fit 'em, used to wear my brother's shoes, damn
She forgot how to walk, she ran through the crew, yeah
I already know her name, don't gotta introduce her

How you gon' tell me that it's real when it's fake?
Don't you tell me what it is if it ain't, nigga
Look, 'cause I've been in and out the bank
Nowadays I don't even wanna talk if it ain't money conversations

I been countin' up, don't ask me how I been
Sendin' plays like I'm Jason , but I never kid
I could never tell you what I did
If we slid, then we slid

God forbid, hide the kids
Huh? It's just another pill ('nother pill)
I been goin' through it, I been goin' through these phases (phases)
Huh? They ain't never real
Nigga, if it's really litty, just send me your location
But you ain't really real, right? (Real right)
Huh? Niggas ain't in the field, right?
Huh? If you see that nigga in real life, nigga, boom him
Flyest in the room, that's a fact, ain't no assumin'
Higher than a bitch, I be walkin' on the moon, yeah
You don't want no smoke, don't get popped, shake the room up
You know all my lil' niggas pulled up with the Ruger
Too much VVS' catch the flu, catch pneumonia
I ain't never got my chain snatched, stop the rumors
Everywhere I go, my hoodie up like I'm Ku Klux
Flyest in the room, that's a fact, ain't no assumin'

How you gon' tell me that it's real when it's fake?
Don't you tell me what it is if it ain't, nigga
Look, 'cause I've been in and out the bank
Nowadays I don't even wanna talk if it ain't money conversations

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Turn Off The Radio

(JoeFromYO)

Why you always wanna go and talk about my old hoes?
Why you gotta take it there, places that we don't go?
You know things about me everybody doesn't know
Don't you know my money's unfair?

I hope you hear me clearly, hope you feelin' me (feelin' me)
Dapper Dan dashiki, Gucci on my sleeve (woo)
I'm facin' all my fears, I'm facin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
I'm higher than a bitch, I'm smokin' mad dope (smokin' mad dope, shh)
What the f*ck is that sound?
Even when she walk, it make a clap sound
If we don't see nobody, we spin back 'round
Brought the MAC out, everybody sat down (ah)
Why wanna always go and bring up all my old hoes?
Girl, you know my body, stop actin' like you don't know
You know everything (you know everything)
She want wedding bands for rings (give you a wedding ring)
Way she throw it back, she make it ricochet (woo)
Where you goin'? I wanna see you everyday, yeah
Let a nigga ever try to take my chain (huh?)
Might get in my bag before you get away
I brought the MAC out, everybody sat down (sat down)
Hit it from the back, she makin' clap sounds
I'm so sick of all these love songs
But I cannot turn off the radio

Why we always gotta go and talk about my old hoes?
Why we gotta take it there, places that we don't go?
You know better, stop actin' like you don't know
Don't you know my money's unfair?

Where you been? Switchin' up locations on me daily
You the one that changed
Told you not to call me "Boogie" only call me "Baby"
Say my name like you really care, care
But you don't, and it's alright
F*ck it, I'ma be a fly nigga forever
When you with your girls, I swear you feelin' yourself (oh, oh)
And then I'm with the fellas, you be actin' jealous, so jealous (oh, oh)
I left in a Wraith, then I came back home in a Bentley (oh, oh)
With glitter on my face, askin' mad questions already (oh, oh)
Baby, don't be fake, you love me, just say you love me (oh, oh)
You know you're my baby (oh), know you're my territory (oh, ah)
Around the Yankee stadium, yeah, that's my territory (ah)
I got it on my chain, paid like one-eighty somethin' for it (nah, nah)
All my niggas crazy, I swear they will kill you for it
You tell me I'm crazy, but you probably love me for it

Why you always gotta go and talk about my old hoes?
Why we gotta take it there, places that we don't go?
You know shit about me everybody doesn't know
Girl, you know my money's unfair

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Last Time

(JoeFromYO and DLo)

I can't even picture being pop again
Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah not again
I'm from New York but I'm never rockin' Timbs
She caught me f*ckin' with her friend
And after that, we never spoke again

Last time we f*cked
I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time
Girl, I would've f*cked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
I forgot to tell you I was high but I want you really bad, right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots
Then it's over for you, then we'd would crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice

It's okay if they jealous, we got double-R umbrellas
In a Lamborghini, don't know if it's Urus or it's yours
Bitches only want Margiela's, they just don't know how to tell us
It ain't trickin' if you got it, but it's tricky so I got it on me
Two .22s in my shoes like I'm Biggie
Got the shotty on my lap, where the f*ck is Ricky goin'?
Big body Bentley rollin' (woo), ass and titties (woo)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up to the gym, I had the Jimmy
Police tryna get me, I'm lik, "So what if I'm grippy'd up?"
Lil' broski ain't a killer, they ask why I call him killy
No SIM card on my phone, keep a semi automatically
I rather get caught with it than without it
Niggas mad at me and I know it's my fault, but I can't help it
If she's bad-bad, mad, baddies around me, we on everythin'
And honestly, I only pick you up because you're pretty
And I'm picky, let you pick a VVS's if you (woo)
Baby girl, don't wait for it, love me now
Now I got twenty-one questions for you

Last time we f*cked
Why couldn't you just say it was the last time?
Girl, I would've f*cked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
Forgot to tell you I was high but I want you really bad, right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots
Then it's over for you, then we'd would crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice

Be-Been around the world, and these hoes don't mean nothin' to me (phew)
F*ck like I love her, when I'm done, it's just fun to me (it's just fun to me, nah)
Real street nigga, she just love I got a gun with me (got it)
Only way I love her when I'm bustin' and she cum with me (come on)
Last time I seen her, she told me she done with me
Fightin' fed cases, she ain't gon' go on the run with me (yeah)
Goin' back and forth, bitch, you try and match your tongue with me
All I want is love, bitch, you know I got my son with me (you know that)
And I got the chop' with me while I got my son with me (ayy)
Facin' all this trauma, why you f*ck me if you done with me? (Why?)
How you bitchin' on the 'Gram if you miss me? (You miss me)
I be feelin' like you stand when you kiss me (mwah, come back)
All these bitches on my dick, they just list me
I don't kick it with them hoes, 'cause it's risky (way too risky)
Lot of bitches I be knowin' wanna get me
I be ridin' with my pole, plus a fifty (grr, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Last time we f*cked
I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time
Girl, I would've f*cked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
I forgot to tell you I was high but I want you really bad, right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots
Then it's over for you, then we'd would crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice

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I Need It

Oh, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah

I been on rich nigga shit, not that broke nigga shit
Look, my diamonds hittin' from my choker to my wrist
Look, yacht parties, I'm only bringin' baddies on the boat
Look, I'm tryna chill off the Addys, need to smoke (woo)
Oh, nah, nah, nah
I can see you lookin' at me from a side eye
Oh, nah, nah, nah
I wear Highbridge on my shoulders like designer
Oh, nah, nah, nah
Look, I could never go basic (basic)
I flew you out to different nations (woo)
And I been seein' different faces (faces)
And I been through these different phases, yeah
I'm an artist, I can paint it (yeah)
I swear these drugs got me painless (painless)

Who got the drink? Who got smoke?
I need it (I need it, yeah)
Who got smoke? Who got drink?
I need it (I need it, yeah)
Tryna stay up, yeah, I'm tryna stay focused, I need to
She a demon in disguise, I see it in her eyes, she evil
Who got drink? Who got smoke?
I need it (I need it)
I need Addys, I need love, I need it (I need it, yeah)
I'm tryna stay sober, I'm tryna stay focused, I need to (need to)
This lifestyle I chose, this lifestyle I chose, it ain't normal (yeah, yeah)

More money, less friends, I don't really give a f*ck
Me and my niggas outside, lil' broski in the cut
I swear to God, if I run out of money, he gon' stick you up
I swear the double-R not low-key, they notice me
Until the AM light, we don't got to go to sleep
They on the 'Gram worried 'bout how they gon' flex still
I be focused on the next deal, next bill, next drill (what?)
When I come around, I be chillin' every time I come around town
It's a different feelin', we be ridin' in the Lamb' now
Act like she not, but she with it, I know he down, down (look)
Every weekend I hit the plug for a pound now (ooh, nah, nah)
Look, I always re-up halfway, I can never run out

Who got the drink? Who got smoke?
I need it (I need it, yeah)
Who got smoke? Who got drink?
I need it (I need it, yeah)
Tryna stay up, yeah, I'm tryna stay focused, I need to (need to)
This lifestyle I chose, this lifestyle I chose, it ain't normal (normal)
Who got drink? Who got smoke?
I need it (I need it)
I need Addys, I need love, I need it (I need it, yeah)
I'm tryna stay sober, I'm tryna stay focused, I need to (need to)
This lifestyle I chose, this lifestyle I chose, it ain't normal (ain't normal)

Yeah, yeah
Nah-nah-nah
Oh, nah
Nah-nah-nah, oh, nah-nah
Yeah, oh, nah-nah
Yeah, let's go
This lifestyle I chose

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Ballin

(Wheezy outta here)
I'm ballin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ballin' like LeBron's son
Heartless, don't you start nothin'
Oh, baby, just install this on me (on me)
Got features like RiRi
And this water on my wrist (my wrist)
Yeah, like Fiji, mm
I'm ballin' (ballin')
Drop thirty on my fit (ballin')
Uh, don't worry, I won't miss

Got my hoodie on like Melo in the Garden (yeah)
Got my money up, I'm ballin' like LeBron's son, look
They want me to lose my breath (Hm)
So I gotta watch my step (Hm)
Two thirties on my hip (mm)
I call 'em Steph and Seth (mm)
Richie Rich my wrist (mm)
Particular with my drip (mm)
Chrome Hearts on my chest, I'm ballin' (yeah, woo)
Look, I feel like the last one left (mm)
I put the X in flex (mm)
I'm shootin' with my left like Harden (like Harden)
So much water on my wrist it make my arm numb (arm numb)
All this money, bitch, I'm ballin' like LeBron's son (yeah)
And you can tell by the way I dress, Louis V my garments (Louis V my garments)
So much fly shit I can take you shoppin' in my closet (closet, yeah)
And nowadays, most of these artists sound like Artist (sound like me)
Uh, trust me, they can't ball the way I'm ballin'

Ballin' like LeBron's son
Heartless, don't you start nothin'
Oh, baby, just install this on me (On me)
Got features like RiRi
And this water on my wrist (my wrist)
Yeah, like Fiji (mm)
I'm ballin' (ballin')
Drop thirty on my fit (ballin')
Uh, don't worry, I won't miss
Look, I'm ballin', ballin' (yeah)
Ballin'

Demon on the left of me, the opps wanna leave me
I don't get left, I do the leavin'
A thirty on me 'cause I know that they talkin' behind my back
But it ain't shit when they see me
R.I.P. Beasty
Nowadays, I don't even be sleep
Drink champagne every day like a week
And a lot of models, I be takin' it easy
Model after model, I know you see me
Go bottle after bottle like a genie
Shakin' up the bottle like it's graffiti
I'm never cappin', I pulled up with a beanie
Lifestyle, livin' life like The Beatles
Balmain, treat 'em like True Religions
Don't judge me, I'm not too religious
Rockin' Mikes, used to be Tavernitis
They don't even know about Tavernitis
Rest in peace my nigga Quado and Beasty
Twenty-four in a Double-R luxury
Really paid in full, don't call me lucky
Tried showin' love, they didn't f*ck with me
Now I'm goin' up, ain't with the f*ckery
Doin' irregular shit on the regular
Bitches only wanna f*ck for my revenue

Ballin' like LeBron's son
Heartless, don't you start nothin'
Oh, baby, just install this on me (on me)
Got features like RiRi
And this water on my wrist (my wrist)
Yeah, like Fiji (mm)
I'm ballin' (ballin')
Drop thirty on my fit (ballin')
Uh, don't worry, I won't miss
Look, I'm ballin', ballin' (yeah)
Ballin'

---

Emotions

I can't be in my feelings, emotions be hittin' too strong (hittin' too strong)
I can't open up to you, I feel like you gon' do me wrong (gon' do me wrong)
I don't know the intentions you hide, but I guess I'll just have to see over time (yeah)
I don't need no one, if you leave, I'ma do me, baby, 'cause
I can't be in my feelings, emotions be hittin' too strong (nah, nah)
If I open up to you, just promise you won't do me wrong (don't do me wrong)
I don't know the secrets you hide, hopefully I can just trust you with mine (yeah)
I don't need nobody, you leave, I'ma do me, baby, 'cause I

They be thinkin' they know what's goin' on (nah, nah, nah)
Wanna see me heartbroken so I can sing love songs like
I'm your man and you're my girl
Christian Dior your world
You match my whole fly
Show you off to the whole wide world
You're my girl
Outside, you act shy
I know you inside
Seen you at your worst times
And I'll f*ck you right, I will
I'll f*ck you right, I-
I'ma f*ck you, feelin' like no one has ever made you feel, yeah

I can't be in my feelings, emotions be hittin' too strong (hittin' too strong)
I can't open up to you, I feel like you gon' do me wrong (gon' do me wrong)
I don't know the intentions you hide, but I guess I'll just have to see over time (yeah)
I don't need no one, if you leave, I'ma do me, baby, 'cause
I can't be in my feelings, emotions be hittin' too strong (nah, nah)
If I open up to you, just promise you won't do me wrong (don't do me wrong)
I don't know the secrets you hide, hopefully I can trust you with mine (yeah)
I don't need nobody, you leave, I'ma do me, baby, 'cause I

I get it (yeah)
Swipe the card, no limit (card no limit)
Papers, ain't grabbin' no Swishers
Captain Hook, big fisher (Captain Hook)
Had to cut out my ex out the picture
In the BX, I'm that nigga
But that's where they put my best friends in the system
Gets more lonely every time I get richer
Nowadays, I don't wanna take pictures, yeah (I don't wanna take pictures)
Outside you act shy
You're exactly my type
I'ma tell it to the whole wide world, yeah
And they fiendin', they know what be goin' on
Wanna see me heartbroken so I can sing love songs like (ooh, ooh, ooh)

I can't be in my feelings, emotions be hittin' too strong (hittin' too strong)
I can't open up to you, I feel like you gon' do me wrong (gon' do me wrong)
I don't know the intentions you hide, but I guess I'll just have to see over time (yeah)
I don't need no one, if you leave, I'ma do me, baby, 'cause
I can't be in my feelings, emotions be hittin' too strong (nah, nah)
If I open up to you, just promise you won't do me wrong (don't do me wrong)
I don't know the secrets you hide, hopefully I can trust you with mine (yeah)
I don't need nobody, you leave, I'ma do me, baby, 'cause I (yeah)

(NOVA gon' make that shit bang)

---

Bounce Back

(Have you ever been to London?)
(Go Grizz')

Bounce back (bounce back)
Take a loss, nigga, get it right back (right back)
Look, she get tossed 'round movin' like that (like that)
Look, outside with the demons
Eliantte almost made me drown, but I'm breathin'
Huh? I had to lose to win
Then I told myself I'd never lose again
Huh? Never lose again
Made it out the bottom, nigga
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look

My whole team (huh?)
Sittin' courtside, not the nosebleeds (not the nosebleeds)
She right on my wood like Ginobli
All up on my wood like Ginobli
Your girl out in Hollywood where they know me (yeah)
Off a Adderall, I just hope I don't O.D. (O.D.)
If a nigga in your circle tell, that's a slow leak
Hard-headed wearin' ass nigga with the Chromies
Had to take the stairs to the top, where the light at?
Lookin' at the man in the mirror like I'm Mike Jack
I put Cartiers on her neck, and her ears, and her wrist
Got her lookin' like this

Shawty had to bounce back (bounce back)
Look, take a loss, nigga, get it right back (right back)
Look, she get tossed 'round movin' like that (like that)
Look, turned your girl into a demon
Eliantte almost made me drown, but I'm breathin'
Huh? I had to lose to win
Then I told myself I'd never lose again
Huh? Never lose again
Made it out the bottom, nigga
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look (ayy)

AP on my wrist, my jacket by CELINE
Water chokin', wanna stash, swear to God, I couldn't breathe
No plain Janes, water on me, puddles full of pain
Ain't the same, only bought 'em after drivin' this Wraith
Sayin' that I'll fall in love, they still say my name
Rockstar lifestyle, bitch, say my name (woo)
Oh, boy, only bought 'em drivin' this Rolls-Royce
Niggas tryna copy us but still don't sound the same
Look, damn, baby (damn, baby)
They gon' take my swag and I can't blame 'em (can't blame 'em)
Up for two days and then crash, baby (crash, baby)
Four platinum albums, do the math, baby
When you gettin' money, life is fast, baby
Count it up until I can't feel my fingers
Count it up again like I don't know my times tables
How I'm not gon' feel you? I ain't got no feelings
We go back to back in different Lambs, like, no
I don't talk behind the back of friends, like, no
Gotta keep it humble, but I don't wear Kenzo
All the girls I know, we know, and girls, I know
I don't wanna make no more mistakes no more
But I came here to take your bitch like I'm Tyrone
'Cause she changed up on me ever since she did lipo'
She changed up on me ever since she, look
Damn, baby, how you do me like that?

Bounce back
Take a loss, nigga, get it right back (right back)
Look, she get tossed 'round movin' like that (like that)
Look, turn your girl into a demon
Eliantte almost made me drown, but I'm breathin' (woo)
Huh? I had to lose to win
Then I told myself I'd never lose again
Huh? Never lose again
Made it out the bottom, nigga
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look

---

Come Here

(No-No-Nonstop)
(OG Parker)

Come here
I know you from somewhere, I swear
I told her the moment that I approached her, whoa
I said, "Tell me what's your name and where I know you from?
Ah, what's your number? I'll save it, let's talk about this later," for now
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass in a circle, go
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass, come here
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass in a circle, go
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass, come here

Pullin' on your arm while you archin', your Audemars shine
Come here 'cause I want you
Don't procrastinate, just come through (don't procrastinate, just come through)
I take Adderall's to feel comfortable
I swear I come from the jungle, we should've did Jumanji too
I promise, everything I say, I'm honest (look)
Kamikaze, can I come inside in your waterpark?
I just wanna come and give you peace, never give you up
We don't need no key and a V for this car to start
I don't want you feelin' all embarrassed when your pussy fart
You don't wanna f*ck with the lights on, f*ck you in the dark
All my other bitches call me Artist, so you call me Art
Somethin' like a rugrat, you're my baby
In this foreign car, tunes blastin', goin' one-eighty

Come here
I know you from somewhere, I swear
I told her the moment that I approached her, whoa
I said, "I need a bitch that doesn't look approachable"
So I can nickname her "Favorite"
Look, baby, come here
And throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass in a circle, go
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass, come here
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Throw that ass in a circle, go
Throw that ass in a circle, whoa, whoa, whoa

My bros already know, don't gotta talk, it's self-explanatory, huh?
My loyalty's too strong, you know
For my right hand, I'll be someone like they stole something from someone
I, I don't run all my guys, likewise, they don't run
Bitches f*ckin' me out of spite to hurt someone else
'Cause I know how it feels to be on the other side now, whoa, whoa
Kai said I didn't get the same V12 'cause he was in the box for so long
Damn, it's some things I had to make right before I give you another song (huh?)
I had to roll the dice and let the chances be
They already tried a couple times, tried to embarrass me
Even had my little me try to belittle me
It's gon' take more than a Glock to get rid of me
Nowadays, I'm takin' pills to stay awake and fall asleep
You lettin' time tell, I got an Audemars to talk to me
I thought about bein' a killer, I swear, even 'til this day
Occasionally fightin' with myself about my own mistakes (woo)
And that's why I need you (I need you)
Come here (come here)
Let me pull on your hair (uh)

(Kamikaze, can I come inside in your waterpark?)
(You don't wanna f*ck with the lights on, f*ck you in the dark)
(Don't even care when you nasty and your pussy fart)

---

Damn Homie

(Nick, you're stupid)

Damn, homie
I thought you really rock with me
I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me
I thought we was cool
Why you want me to die, homie?
Damn, homie
I thought you was my damn, homie
What the f*ck happened to you?
How you change on me?
I'm on fifty, gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh

Damn, homie, bands on me (bands)
How you gon' call the feds on me? (Huh?)
I ain't got no homies, all my niggas just like blood-brothers
Family, look
Hand on the butt, dance on me (dance on me)
Sand to the beach, sand on me (sand on me)
A lot of enemies, I get 'em out of here before I let 'em get to me (yeah)
Been givin' out headshots for little broski
Spin the block until them niggas all stop breathin'
Don't wanna talk it out, too late for sympathy
We gon' wipe a nigga nose if he don't stop sneezin'
We ain't even 'til you get hit with the lemon squeeze ('til you get hit with the-)
Hit 'em all up and now we even Steven
Step right on a mouse before you eat the cheese
F*ckin' with her feelings, now she sick of me
I don't want your love, I want your energy
I f*ck with you the most 'cause you can keep a secret
And when she open up, I let her vent to me
Arch your back on me, now she won't stop leakin'
You always got my back, you're like my backbone
She gon' pick it up when the phone start ringin'
When I leave the crib, I bring the racks home
Tears fall down Melody's eyes when I'm leavin' (huh?)

Damn, homie
I thought you really rock with me
I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me
I thought we was cool
Why you want me to die, homie?
Damn, homie
I thought you was my damn, homie
What the f*ck happened to you?
How you change on me?
I'm on fifty, gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh

Many men
How many niggas you had shot?
How many men?
I erased my past 'cause I love you
I'll take a chance, got me where you want me, I'm a hundred grand
If you catch a nigga who had did it, I'll give you a hundred grand
You wash your pain away with a hundred Xans
And at the time, I ain't understand
Nigga stabbed me in my back, I gave him another chance
Another chance, and another chance
You told me I was family, treat me like a orphan
I done broke the money down into a hundred portions
Broke it down with different niggas, went through a hundred courses
I'm the voice of the streets, it ain't a hundred voices
Sit your ass down with the unemployment
How you claim the streets? You ain't did nothin' for it
Streets, family, family, streets, tug of war
I'm mixin' Percocet with lean, I'm feelin' paranoid

Damn, homie
I thought you really rock with me
I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me
I thought we was cool
Why you want me to die, homie?
Damn, homie
I thought you was my damn, homie
What the f*ck happened to you?
How you change on me?
I'm on fifty, gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh

---

Friends With Benefits

(C Gutta)

I took you out them projects, we damn near lived on a jet
Bust you down when I met you, hope you never forget
I held you down and made sure you always look like a check
That way them hatin' hoes know you my bitch, real shit
Friends with benefits, girl, I hope you feelin' this
Every since I f*cked another bitch, you don't take me serious
Don't I make you sleep in peace the way I be killin' it?
We caught feelings and our flight the same night, but I came twice
Diamond chain, Eliantte, she don't do no plain Jane
I'm insane, let's make a tape like Kim K and Ray J
Patek on your wrist too, upgrade all your whips, you
Bad, you don't need me for shit, baby, you be lit too

Loyal to my gang, it's on my ring and my chain
Only runnin' to the bank, I ain't chasin' no fame
Know it's money over bitches, but I'm stuck in my ways
I been with a lot of bitches, they don't love me the same
Look, I don't wanna be the person you blame
Only time I talk to tellers when I walk in the bank
Know it's money over bitches, but I'm stuck in my ways
I been with a lot of bitches, they don't love me the same

Don't complain or feel embarrassed when I call you, "My bitch"
I used to get way out of character, but you're so bad
I shouldn't be mad if niggas stare at ya
I can't find nobody to compare to ya
Me and you together, no stylist, it ain't fair at all
I'm fly as a bitch
I put my heart on my sleeve, now it's part of my fit
Part of my wrist, and bitch, got to Hell if you change on me
And I don't wanna be the person you bring, oh, no

Loyal to my gang, it's on my ring and my chain
Only runnin' to the bank, I ain't chasin' no fame
Know it's money over bitches, but I'm stuck in my ways
I been with a lot of bitches, they don't love me the same
Look, I don't wanna be the person you blame
Only time I talk to tellers when I walk in the bank
Know it's money over bitches, but I'm stuck in my ways
I been with a lot of bitches, they don't love me the same
Look

Loyal to my gang, it's on my ring and my chain
Only runnin' to the bank, I ain't chasin' no fame
Know it's money over bitches, but I'm stuck in my ways
I been with a lot of bitches, they don't love me the same, look

---

Chanelly

(It's JoeFromYo)
(DLo on the beat)

What do you expect? Nigga, I was like thirteen watchin' Belly, uh (oh-whoa)
Only do penthouses and tellys (whoa, whoa-whoa)
I can't even impress you with a Bentley no more
All you talk about is Chanelly (whoa, whoa, whoa)
They wanna catch me slippin', I ain't with it though (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Gotta keep some killers in my videos (whoa-whoa)
So much money, I look suspicious, whoa (whoa, whoa)
If you got it, it ain't trickin', no

I swear shit ain't been the same lately
If you think you're crazy, I'm insane, baby
Free broski, I can't say his name, he shoot like KD
Me and Bubba and QP, we got on matchin' APs
Yeah, say my name, baby (whoa, whoa)
I'm in a Wraith not a Mulsanne, baby (whoa, whoa)
And you wanna take pictures in my chain, baby
I could hit every position, every angle's crazy

What do you expect? Nigga, I was like thirteen watchin' Belly, uh
Only do penthouses and tellys
I can't even impress you with a Bentley no more
All you talk about is Chanelly
All she wanna do is get litty, whoa (whoa, whoa)
Wanna be all in the videos, whoa, whoa
So much money, I look suspicious, whoa (whoa, whoa)
If you got it, it ain't trickin', no

Yeah, Don
She just wanna go to Chanelly and pick up items (and pick up)
Let her go and tell her, then get all her friends excited (ha)
Just pick the whole collection when you feelin' indecisive (indecisive)
I think them people on my tail, I had to switch devices (whoa)
Tryna stay under the radar, I can't risk no mistakes, nah (nah, nah)
Bulletproof truck in the city when we move through (we move through)
This lifestyle she was never introduced to (nah)
She doin' all the drugs that I use and now she used to (she is)
She ask for more and she gon' get what she want (get what she want)
I think them Adderalls got my adrenaline rush (my adrenaline rush)
Go check my catalog, I hit all the bitches that fronted, hah
Yeah, yeah

What do you expect? Nigga, I was like thirteen watchin' Belly, uh (oh-whoa)
Only do penthouses and tellys (whoa, whoa-whoa)
I can't even impress you with a Bentley no more
All you talk about is Chanelly (whoa, whoa, whoa)
They wanna catch me slippin', I ain't with it though (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Gotta keep some killers in my videos (whoa-whoa)
So much money, I look suspicious, whoa (whoa, whoa)
If you got it, it ain't trickin', no

---

February

Stephen Curry, never worry
Bitches only love me when it's February
I wanna take you shoppin', I won't take advantage
Don't panic on me and I won't vanish

Unstrappin' your bra, takin' off your panties
Let's take this anywhere you want, just don't take me for granted (huh?)
And this is how you made me

Shout out to my ex, she probably hate me
I don't know what happened, everything was gravy
I ain't the type to let these situations change me
But I feel sorry for the next one who try to play me
Look, baby, thank me
All them tricks you learned, you got it from me
I opened your third eye, showed you artistry
And I can't even close my eyes and try to fall asleep (huh?)
I know I made a mess
But I can clean it up if you want me to, baby
I get caught up lettin' my emotions faze me
This time it's me versus myself, but I'm the same me
Look, she's independent
But if you wanna be Beyoncé, you need JAY-Z
I was nineteen, drivin' in a ten-speed
Right to a Lamborghini, had to skip the Bentley
Let's make a movie, huh?
Put it in your back and make you scream like Sidney
VVS' hittin' like a glass of Simply
As simple as it takes to fall in love tonight
So please, baby, can we not throw subs tonight?
Baby, I got you, why don't you get me?
All these bitches wanna do is trick me
That's why I don't plan on fallin' back in love this time
They was talkin' 'bout me when they said love is blind
7:30 AM (oh-oh, oh)
And it's vacant, but I'm stayin'
And I got two chains with me, bring a new friend
Next time bring new friend, next time bring a new friend

Unstrappin' your bra, takin' off your panties
Let's take this anywhere you want, just don't take me for granted
And this is how you made me
Niggas throwin' shots and barely grazed me

R.I.P bullets, then Givenchy clothes
I got a problem with whoever think I don't want problems, whoa
She get on top and start ridin' me, all out of control
Lil' bitch from Saudi Arabia, she got a lot of dough
You might not know how to ride my wave, jump on my surfboard
Don't be afraid, big body Wraith big enough for both of us
If you need somebody to use, I can be your controller
Titties double C, cover you in double C
Chanelly, flavors for you (woo)
And you ain't gotta go to the store, they could bring it to you
You say this dick is your property, I got acres for you
And you don't know all about it, I can explain to you 'cause you know (huh?)

I can make you scream like Sidney
VVS' hittin' like a glass of Simply
As simple as it takes to fall in love tonight
Bitches only love me when it's February

---

Regular

(What the-, a spaceship?)

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could f*ck on a bitch without likin' her
So much Balmain, I feel like a biker, huh
Got a puck on my chain, I'm a Mighty Duck
And I used to not think I was good enough
And then I started gettin' my money up
I'm countin' up on the regular
Now they callin' my phone like it's regular
All day, on the regular
Balmain like it's regular
I made you look regular
Look at you, look at you, regular
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)

I hit from the back if it's wet enough
I hit it again while she dressin' up
I want you to eat me, etcetera
I want a threesome, so set it up
You was poppin' them Percs on a regular
You was poppin' them Percs when I met you, huh?
I was smokin' a lot, I admitted it
Only thing in my pocket, a MetroCard
Don't talk about it, I get it in
Dick in her mouth, she gon' fit it in
VVS', they be glitterin'
They don't like me, but they listenin' (on God)
If I buy her the symphony, she gon' ride like a Bentley then
And she only like the boss type, she is not into middlemen
When I was nineteen, I stopped doin' 9 to 5s, I swear, nigga
Now I'm only twenty-six, pimpin' out rides like I'm Xzibit, yeah
Double E sign on the side of my hat, I only hang with millionaires
And I don't wanna get in my feelings, yeah
BTB, I know bitches be trippin', yeah

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could f*ck on a bitch without likin' her
So much Balmain, I feel like a biker, huh
Got a puck on my chain, I'm a Mighty Duck
And I used to not think I was good enough
And then I started gettin' my money up

I'm countin' up on the regular
Now they callin' my phone like it's regular
All day in the regular
Balmain like it's regular
I made you look regular
Look at you, look at you, regular
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)

Stars align, I want number one with the smoke open sign up
I'm gettin' money, you know this already
But told her, "Meet me at the diner"
Remember I was down bad, wanted fly shit, couldn't get no designer
Now my circle is high-class, thinkin' 'bout smokin' a blunt with Madonna
My nigga, I'm hot as Hell
Need me some ice just to go with the Donny
My bitch havin' mood swings, but she be alright when I show her the money
Go up on a Monday like we ain't got nothin' to do in the mornin'
I'm flyer than ever, my nigga
My hoodie on like it was stormin' (huh?)

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could f*ck on a bitch without likin' her
So much Balmain, I feel like a biker, huh
Got a puck on my chain, I'm a Mighty Duck
And I used to not think I was good enough
And then I started gettin' my money up

I'm countin' up on the regular
Now they callin' my phone like it's regular
All day in the regular
Balmain like it's regular
I made you look regular
Look at you, look at you, regular
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)

---

Soul Snatcher

Could've been my back
I know you really love me, I don't know if I love you back
I brought your name up because you know your ass is fat
She call me, "Captain Hook," because she know a nigga packin', hmm
Soul snatcher, no cappin', never lackin'
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you, you're so official
And you know I miss you
(JoeFromYo and DLo)

Soul snatcher, no cappin' (no cappin'), never lackin' (never lackin')
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you, you're so official
And you know I miss you
Girl, you know I'm on your ass
I'm a soul snatcher, no cappin', never lackin'
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you, you know I miss you
And you're so official
Girl, you know I'm on your ass

They lurkin' on me, but, it's okay though
Broski on 'em, I know the opps don't know his name
But he know about ya, he will blow your block out
That's just how he rockin', I would hate to feel your pain
I'm a trendin' topic, take your lady shoppin'
Don't you try to play me, stop it
I already know the game, I got a f*ckin' problem
I'm workin' on it, broken-hearted
I don't even love to sing

Soul snatcher (soul snatcher), no cappin' (no cappin'), never lackin' (never lackin')
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you (goin' with you), you're so official (so official)
And you know I miss you (know I miss you)
Girl, you know I'm on your ass
Soul snatcher, no cappin', never lackin'
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you, you know I miss you
And you're so official
Girl, you know I'm on your ass

F*ckin' on a baddie made my ex mad
I can't even clean her mess 'cause I'm in Hermès
She only do Birkins for her purses, she's so bad
She don't even fly commercial, only private jets (yeah)
She gave me head, I gave her whiplash
She poppin' Perkys like they Tic Tacs
Hellcat painted matte black
Hundred years if I get caught with this backpack
Thirty clip inside the F&N with .223s
Now I got a lot of guap, don't make a movie (woo)
Five hundred choppers, way too many goonies (brrt)
They used to call me dirty
But now I got my money up, they call me, "Odee" (woo)
Now the bitches wanna f*ck me and the whole team (yeah)
She call me Captain Hook, I like to put the whole thing, yeah
Put you on my shoulders, I'm a-

Soul snatcher (soul snatcher), no cappin' (no cappin'), never lackin' (never lackin')
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you (goin' with you), you're so official (so official)
And you know I miss you (know I miss you)
Girl, you know I'm on your ass
Soul snatcher (soul snatcher), no cappin' (no cappin'), never lackin' (never lackin')
Got a lot of cash
And I'm goin' with you, you know I miss you
And you're so official
Girl, you know I'm on your ass

I'm a soul snatcher, soul sna-
I'm a soul snatcher, I'm a soul snatcher
I'm a soul snatcher, I'm a soul snatcher
I'm a soul snatcher, I'm a soul snatcher

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24 Hours

How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through?
Seven days a week, I wanna
Baby, when I see you, I'ma

These bitches always want somethin' from me
It's way different every time it's me and you
You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money
Baby, let me freeze you
I said, "Get your pretty ass right here, 'cause I miss you"
Get up in your bag, ass fat, Gucci swimsuit
Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house
And you keep on thinkin' how these other niggas did you
You don't even wanna call my line
Turned sherm 'cause you said, "I wanna f*ck all day"
Saint Laurent on but I'm a Louis wearin' ass nigga
Burned True Religions, been slumped Balmains
Singin' nigga but I will get you rolled on
Don't make my niggas feel a way, ain't hurt no one in so long
They wanna off me
But I got so much money, if I react, they'll say I'm so wrong
(You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money)
(Baby, slide by)

Don't you play with me, I wanna see you
How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through?
Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven days a week, I wanna)
How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? (When I see you)
Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)

I be tellin' you all the things I wanna do to you
Kissin' on the inside of your thighs, got you swimming pool
Lickin' every hole on your body, got you shakin' too
Like when you in control of the bed, look what you made me do
Kiss me, lick me, hug me, f*ck me, while I
Get the Maybach truck, she said, "It's ugly, but I'll try"
Tell you, "I love you" before I take off, ain't no Wi-Fi
Soon as I land, I check my texts, send a reply
The trenches, I love you, ain't got no bitches
Let's get it, got a real nigga in they feelings
I'm healin', I just wanna see you, I ain't really with the distance
Wanna lick between all your toes, not to mention
I seen her with her wig off, she comfortable
I never cared about your past, who was f*ckin' you
And I know that shit forever when I'm touchin' you
Put my daughter in your stomach at the W

I wanna see you
How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through?
Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (five hundred thousand, baby)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven days a week, I wanna see you)
How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? (When I see you)
Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (five hundred thousand)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week, I wanna (seven days a week, I wanna)

(Hmm, hmm, hmm)
(You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money, baby, what's up?)

I just want you to know
You don't even wanna call me "Artist" no more
That type of bitch that can't nobody afford
Gettin' money, that type of time she be on
What's up?
You know I'm ballin' but I miss ya

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Man in the Mirror

(Got it on Smash)
(Og Parker)

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs, I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me, "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Yeah, stackin' up money like Jenga and Legos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco
Back of the crib look like mini Barbados
Losin' my friends every day, I'm okay though
It's been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two flats on a Maybach
Money got niggas thinkin' I changed
Why are you makin' this so complicated?
I can buy you a new ass, just say that
Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then
Still got bitches that owe me some favors
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds gold blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavor
No overexaggeratin'
Don't feel embarrassed, I was flippin' your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers, could've bought like a hundred Monclers
I can't even sleep, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate
She throwin' it back, in the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?"

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs, I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me, "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

I looked at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie
I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It's already one up in this thirty, I swear
If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airin'
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got porcelain floors, she told me, "It's yours" (mm-hm)
It's just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world (mm-hm)
VVSs and pearls, eat me up 'til she 'url (mm-hm)

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me, "Go to hell" 'cause I was drivin' you crazy
Bitch, I would drive you here
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear
I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs, I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions
Feelin' like I'm the prince of Belair
Please do not knock on my door lookin' for love
'Cause it don't belong in here
You told me to go to hell
Okay, I would drive you here
Yeah
I got mad gear

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Back It Up

You know exactly what happens when baddies and baddies link up
I don't only want Venus, I want Serena
Big ass crib, so much acres, can't find my neighbors
Big ass watch like the chain off Flavor Flavor
Sorry, mama, these pills are for centration
You the only one that mean it when you say "Congratulations"
If I gotta up this pole, I promise I ain't overthinkin'
Ooh, baby, blue faces and VV's
Probably the reason why that you the coldest ever (coldest ever)
Right to my collection when we're not together
F*ck a bad bitch, now I'm feelin' better

Christian Louboutin bag came with the spikes
This type of swag might change your mind
Put this dick in you, might replace your spine, huh, look

Back it up, baby, come and back it up
Immaculate and I got the ratchet tucked
Shorty bad and niggas mad that they ain't one of us
Don't you let nobody tell you you ain't one of one
(Ooh, nah, nah, nah) Huh? Irregular
I go platinum every single time I smack her butt
Before I even hit the age of twenty-one
I knew one day that I would end up blowin' up

Pakistan, if they front, we goin' back again
I lay her right down on her stomach, she rolled over, said "I'm comin'"
Came to see me in commercial, now she never go nowhere without private jets
Do it for Boogie, baby, f*ck what Simon says
She know I'm the reason niggas dressin' the way they dress
But it's okay, 'cause 50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up"
I hate how niggas hate, but they don't ever want no problems

Christian Louboutin bag came with the spikes
This type of swag might change your mind
Put this dick in you, might replace your spine, huh, look

Back it up, baby, come and back it up
Immaculate and I got the ratchet tucked
Shorty bad and niggas mad that they ain't one of us
Don't you let nobody tell you you ain't one of one
Huh? Irregular
I go platinum every single time I smack her butt
Before I even hit the age of twenty-one
I knew one day that I would end up blowin' up

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Playa (Remix)

(Wheezy outta here)

What if I tell you I don't wanna be a playa
I could be your Clyde if you be my Bonnie, bae
Give you my time only if you show me patience
Teach me how to love you, I ain't used to be being famous
I could let you drive the Bentley, just don't drive me crazy
I can buy you Birkins, let you pick out any flavor
Yeah, I don't wanna be a playa no more
I don't wanna be a playa, yeah

I don't wanna be a playa, I just wanna buy you flavors
Put Chanely on your waist, I'm already on my way
Bring a friend if you feel anxious
You ain't ready yet, it's okay
If you ain't ready yet, it's okay, girl, yeah
It never used to be this way, just appreciate me, baby
My watch is over two hunnid, I ain't mean to make you feel basic
Gettin' fly everyday like it's a special occasion, look
But, baby, just love me for free, don't try to change me
'Cause you're the only one that could say things to persuade me (that easy)
And you will never get the same me

What if I tell you I don't wanna be a playa (be a playa)
I could be your Clyde if you be my Bonnie, bae
Give you my time only if you show me patience
Teach me how to love you, I ain't used to be being famous
I could let you drive the Bentley, just don't drive me crazy
I can buy you Birkins, let you pick out any flavor
Yeah, I don't wanna be a playa no more
I don't wanna be a playa

I need a nigga who ain't afraid to make it known (make it known)
Need a nigga who ain't afraid to unlock his phone
For you, it ain't for you if you gon' be on that bullshit and unloyal
Talkin' 'bout some I don't wanna make you crazy, I just wanna give you love
Yeah, you know that you my baby, ain't 'bout no one else but us
You don't wanna be a playa no more
And I ain't tryna be played with no more

What if I tell you I don't wanna be a playa
I could be your Clyde if you be my Bonnie, bae
Give you my time only if you show me patience
Teach me how to love you, I ain't used to be being famous
I could let you drive the Bentley, just don't drive me crazy
I can buy you Birkins, let you pick out any flavor
Yeah, I don't wanna be a playa no more
I don't wanna be a playa