I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
Walking like lick quit yo biting like a tic
Yea you full of bullshit you ain't on my side like clip
You don't even rock designer with it on you looking finer
Tell me what you talking bout mama
Talking bout them extras talking bout pros
Hope she not just with me for my dough
If you wanna rock just let me Know
Shit is slow, girl I think you need to go
I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
All them gifts you got how you think you got
I been in my bag started from the bottom
Jugging and finessing got you spoiled rotten
Tryna write this story why you think I'm plotting
When I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord to stay with me, pray the lord to let me sleep, pray the lord to let me eat
Hard times, hard grind, No cut window peek
Know you want a lot, so I gotta keep my bitch on fleek
Slide slide, dip and I ride
What you want girl I'm gone buy
I finesse and then I flex, they say boy you is a mess
Yea my heart is in my chest
Show no love to my ex, make love to money my type of sex
So why you make it so complex
I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
Lon6z - Schemes Lyrics
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I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
Walking like lick quit yo biting like a tic
Yea you full of bullshit you ain't on my side like clip
You don't even rock designer with it on you looking finer
Tell me what you talking bout mama
Talking bout them extras talking bout pros
Hope she not just with me for my dough
If you wanna rock just let me Know
Shit is slow, girl I think you need to go
I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
All them gifts you got how you think you got
I been in my bag started from the bottom
Jugging and finessing got you spoiled rotten
Tryna write this story why you think I'm plotting
When I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord to stay with me, pray the lord to let me sleep, pray the lord to let me eat
Hard times, hard grind, No cut window peek
Know you want a lot, so I gotta keep my bitch on fleek
Slide slide, dip and I ride
What you want girl I'm gone buy
I finesse and then I flex, they say boy you is a mess
Yea my heart is in my chest
Show no love to my ex, make love to money my type of sex
So why you make it so complex
I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
Walking like lick quit yo biting like a tic
Yea you full of bullshit you ain't on my side like clip
You don't even rock designer with it on you looking finer
Tell me what you talking bout mama
Talking bout them extras talking bout pros
Hope she not just with me for my dough
If you wanna rock just let me Know
Shit is slow, girl I think you need to go
I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
All them gifts you got how you think you got
I been in my bag started from the bottom
Jugging and finessing got you spoiled rotten
Tryna write this story why you think I'm plotting
When I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord to stay with me, pray the lord to let me sleep, pray the lord to let me eat
Hard times, hard grind, No cut window peek
Know you want a lot, so I gotta keep my bitch on fleek
Slide slide, dip and I ride
What you want girl I'm gone buy
I finesse and then I flex, they say boy you is a mess
Yea my heart is in my chest
Show no love to my ex, make love to money my type of sex
So why you make it so complex
I can't live right all I think about is schemes
You too scared to wear that ring and be my queen
So sorry girl were not together issa fling
Shit to real to even think that its a dream yea
Finesse that shit don't pay for shit
Call my booster what yo picks
What's yo size what type of kicks, catalog with all that shit
So sorry girl making moves is not yo thing
Cause shit too real to even think that its a dream
Writer: Allante DeBrill
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