Bern - i don't want Lyrics

I don't want gas
I don't want blow
I don't want loud
Keep it down
I don't want late texts or patience
I'm growing too much now
I don't want fame
I don't want fakes
Rather go M.I.A
I don't want cake
I don't want game
Do what it takes
Do what it-
Give me that cash
Give me the bag
Give me that paycheck
Make it steady
Give me the car
Give me that fast
I'm at the start
Like are you ready
Give me that bank
Give me that fish plate everyday
Give me that, Give me that, Give me that

Give me all the money
Give me the attention
Give me all the honey give me the affection
Got that lightning ring, I live my dreams I'm not stunned
Beg your pardon think I'm locked in now, a hot one
Livin' like a rock but I know when Ima kill a bitch
Run but don't get caught, wish I hit you with my Civic bitch
Pop it drop the lock, getting checks like oh boy where he been?
I won't break the law that dont mean that I be innocent

Pushing gas on the freeway 911 out the windows huh
Dance Michael Jackson tell 'em beat it where the killers are
Tags but no fashion on the catwalk that boy fitted hard
They stalk my every move I'm from the winning cut
They say I'm working hard I said it's not enough
They said they ducking down
Okay I'll uppercut
Okay they dressing up just to look like bums
Get my angle right I be cute as f*ck

I don't want gas
I don't want blow
I don't want loud
Keep it down
I don't want late texts or patience
I'm growing too much now
I don't want fame
I don't want fakes
Rather go M.I.A
I don't want cake
I don't want game
Do what it takes
Do what it-
Give me that cash
Give me the bag
Give me that paycheck
Make it steady
Give me the car
Give me that fast
I'm at the start
Like are you ready
Give me that bank
Give me that fish plate everyday
Give me that, Give me that, Give me that

Money spread on the gram think it's counterfeit
I just bought my girl a Louis bag and she proud of me (And she proud)
Unexpected, a lethal weapon, I'm independent the way I'm setting-
I mean
I'm in the scene some shit you never heard or seen
5% tint like a limousine hot shot put me in a magazine
I'm blowing steam I'm fresh like Listerine no Oral B

She got the-
She got the double C
I put 'em in the ring and f*ck 'em up like Dedede
My tank is full man I stay running you just stuck on E
I run like Forrest G you cannot handle me
No I'm a fantasy

O-O-Okay these bitches salty
Starting beef like it's a sautè
You a little appetizer and I am the entree okay
Need the foreplay okay
She love making me wait
Making me wait okay

I don't want gas
I don't want blow
I don't want loud
Keep it down
I don't want late texts or patience
I'm growing too much now
I don't want fame
I don't want fakes
Rather go M.I.A
I don't want cake
I don't want game
Do what it takes
Do what it-
Give me that cash
Give me the bag
Give me that paycheck
Make it steady
Give me the car
Give me that fast
I'm at the start
Like are you ready
Give me that bank
Give me that fish plate everyday
Give me that, Give me that, Give me that