(Na )
Yo
One-fifty on a country road, my foot on the gas, so they can't keep up
I spent twenty on a trip to Turks, work rate crazy, lifestyle nuts
I'm in the dance, can't lie, I'm turnt, shawty wan' bend back and bruck
Like the table, mine reserved, but tequila turn her slut
I give him the go, all he know is yuck
I don't know why they test my patience
The tables turned, now it's me who they ask for favours
Still indie, no major, I need a crib and a couple of acres
Don't tell me that you're armed and dangerous, they can hear me by my cadence
I'm breaking the record, I got my one doing up decor
Does she want Chanel or me to be up and in her?
I'm on the phone right now, don't be shy, baby, say hello
Wan' get saved, I put on my cape, like say I'm the hero
I put on my cape, like say that I'm Batman
Bro knows Barcs and Nation, he said he he gave up on the Santan
The holder ran off when it landed, now they wan' catch him and hang man
I want everything in sight, I'm collecting coins on, go like Pac-Man, shh
The more money they think you got, the less you spend
I need the monyun now cah I don't like suspense
If she can't keep it a secret, that's a lifetime suspend
And if not me, then who? So the work I gotta attend
Uh, so I can't kick back, I cannot stop and let them man start
Every target I had, I hit, I'm like Maddison throwing them darts
You won't find me in the ends, but probably catch me in the chart
And ain't shit changed, the hotel floor still knickers and
I'm breaking the record, I got my one doing up decor
Does she want Chanel or me to be up and in her?
I'm on the phone right now, don't be shy, baby, say hello
Wan' get saved, I put on my cape, like say I'm the hero
(Full stop)
(Na )
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