They looking, they looking
Hol up I'm cooking
I'm booking, I'm booking
Like they tryna book me
I'm back on my bully
Applying the pressure
I'm giving more effort
Blue-face on my dresser
Tryna do more for my dealings, they stuck in they feelings, I brush em off daily
Grind til I'm tired and dirty, you know when I'm working I tend to go crazy
Chasing the bag, I run for the cash, I'm working like I had a baby
Or somebody calling me baby
Need money like Gunna and Baby
Shine bright like new chrome til a nigga underneath tombstones
Still doing dirt, hit a new bitch, had to dip before her boo was home
The other one bought us a telly
And she be telling me her boo is wrong
Cause she had tried to let go
But she couldn't let go
They been sailing for so long
I think it's kinda ironic
Remember I used to be honest
Remember I used to be modest
Now all this shit for the profit
Speaking this shit like a prophet
F*cking your bitch for the solace
A villain, a hero, iconic
F*cking your bitch for the solace
I cook and I cook
Applying the pressure
Blue-face on my dresser
Tryna do more for my dealings
Grind til I'm dirty you know I go crazy
Run for the bag I need the cash
Working like I had a baby
They looking, they looking
Hol up I'm cooking
I'm booking, I'm booking
Like they tryna book me
I'm back on my bully
Applying the pressure
I'm giving more effort
Blue-face on my dresser
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They looking, they looking
Hol up I'm cooking
I'm booking, I'm booking
Like they tryna book me
I'm back on my bully
Applying the pressure
I'm giving more effort
Blue-face on my dresser
Tryna do more for my dealings, they stuck in they feelings, I brush em off daily
Grind til I'm tired and dirty, you know when I'm working I tend to go crazy
Chasing the bag, I run for the cash, I'm working like I had a baby
Or somebody calling me baby
Need money like Gunna and Baby
Shine bright like new chrome til a nigga underneath tombstones
Still doing dirt, hit a new bitch, had to dip before her boo was home
The other one bought us a telly
And she be telling me her boo is wrong
Cause she had tried to let go
But she couldn't let go
They been sailing for so long
I think it's kinda ironic
Remember I used to be honest
Remember I used to be modest
Now all this shit for the profit
Speaking this shit like a prophet
F*cking your bitch for the solace
A villain, a hero, iconic
F*cking your bitch for the solace
I cook and I cook
Applying the pressure
Blue-face on my dresser
Tryna do more for my dealings
Grind til I'm dirty you know I go crazy
Run for the bag I need the cash
Working like I had a baby
They looking, they looking
Hol up I'm cooking
I'm booking, I'm booking
Like they tryna book me
I'm back on my bully
Applying the pressure
I'm giving more effort
Blue-face on my dresser
Hol up I'm cooking
I'm booking, I'm booking
Like they tryna book me
I'm back on my bully
Applying the pressure
I'm giving more effort
Blue-face on my dresser
Tryna do more for my dealings, they stuck in they feelings, I brush em off daily
Grind til I'm tired and dirty, you know when I'm working I tend to go crazy
Chasing the bag, I run for the cash, I'm working like I had a baby
Or somebody calling me baby
Need money like Gunna and Baby
Shine bright like new chrome til a nigga underneath tombstones
Still doing dirt, hit a new bitch, had to dip before her boo was home
The other one bought us a telly
And she be telling me her boo is wrong
Cause she had tried to let go
But she couldn't let go
They been sailing for so long
I think it's kinda ironic
Remember I used to be honest
Remember I used to be modest
Now all this shit for the profit
Speaking this shit like a prophet
F*cking your bitch for the solace
A villain, a hero, iconic
F*cking your bitch for the solace
I cook and I cook
Applying the pressure
Blue-face on my dresser
Tryna do more for my dealings
Grind til I'm dirty you know I go crazy
Run for the bag I need the cash
Working like I had a baby
They looking, they looking
Hol up I'm cooking
I'm booking, I'm booking
Like they tryna book me
I'm back on my bully
Applying the pressure
I'm giving more effort
Blue-face on my dresser
Writer: Tafari Jones
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