Walk in this shit with my crew, yeah
Now what these niggas gon' do, ha?
Stupid
Fucked up my shit, yeah I had hit the cleaners
Babe I got moves, yeah I’m just like Selena
I got a temper, I see you get eager
Look at my face, I look like a whole diva
Jump, stop, hit that shit
Like cool down, it’s my wrist
Like "Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah"
I just had a good day-ay-ay-ay
Aye
They use to throw me off of track, I can’t lose no more blessings
Used to stay up in the back, now ain’t no room to come second
Had to get it out the mud but I can’t bang with no birds
They bring food to the table but what do they serve?
They take my kindness for weakness, it ain’t no room to be trippin'
But if I let it slide once, they gone start all that slippin'
Yeah the vision stay tunneled, I don’t sense competition
Turn my L's into M's, money makin' a mission
Just another interlude, I put 'em right on the list
I don’t speak about the though, I like my tea from Swiss
Yeah they talk behind my back but to my face I’m sis
I told you when I throw shots, mami I do not miss
Jump, stop, hit that shit
Like cool down, it’s my wrist
Like "Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah"
I just had a good day-ay-ay-ay
(Everything on me is paid, yeah, yeah-yeah (Ooh))
Fucked up my shit, yeah I had hit the cleaners
Babe I got moves, yeah I’m just like Selena
(Everything on me is paid, yeah, yeah-yeah (Ooh))
I got a temper, I see you get eager
Look at my face, I look like a whole diva
I don’t know about you but in God we trust
I’ma talk about some things that I need to discuss
Demons tryna get a hold of, all of us
My ex on the other line “Was it love or lust?”
So I—
Know I can’t trust her if I don’t love her and I
Thought they was my hitters, they was my brothers but they— Switch up on me, they all under cover
I know if I feel this pain, they gon' have to all suffer
Tell 'em, take cover if they take mine, hit 'em
In the dome cannot, waste time
If I ever lose then rewind
This protection for my soul, cannot say why
Fucked up my shit, yeah I had hit the cleaners
Babe I got moves, yeah I’m just like Selena
I got a temper, I see you get eager
Look at my face, I look like a whole diva
Jump, stop, hit that shit
Like cool down, it’s my wrist
Like "Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah"
I just had a good day-ay-ay-ay
Everything on me is paid, yeah, yeah-yeah (Ooh)
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