We was gone, eyes closed (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'm a pro and she a goat (We gon' be okay)
When I say, "Go," uh, uh, we throw some more
When I say, "Yo," yo, yo, come get your ho
Check cleared, so I put some diamonds on
And it ain't nothin' to say you lit when you won't
And it's like Bird Box, can't see up out this Ghost (Ghost, Ghost, Ghost)
The way they chirp now, Twitter got you bold (Chirp)
And it's a wet flu, that boy fuckin' throwed, uh
Like, send that check through, you know what I'm owed (Owed, owed)
And she some fine shit, OnlyFans on she own (Uh, yeah)
And I said, "Bye, bitch, got booked for twenty shows" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like, twenty, bitch)
And while you typin', I can't even respond (Ew, huh)
Don't need no guidance (Yeah), this money turn me on (It turn me on)
We keep on fightin', huh
Uh, we keep on fightin' behind my eyes, yeah
I'm a liar (Lie), and you Mariah (Provide)
And in my eyes (Oh), I despise you (Yeah)
You, you, you, you
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm (Fly, flyin', flyin', fly)
I need a pilot (I'm lit), I'm tired of drivin' (Yeah, ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'm fuckin' stylin', you need to dial in (We gon' be okay)
Yeah, my mama know that I'm gon' die lit (Die lit, die lit)
You got my eyes rollin' behind my eyelids (Eyelids, rollin', eyes)
I'm gettin' so rich, I might just cop an island (Island)
She throwin' a fit, that bitch need to stop it
Chopper steady wildin', yeah, my brother told me, "Please don't pop it"
Papa told me, "Stop it," but I'm guapin', so I cannot drop it
We was gone, eyes closed
I'm a pro and she a goat
When I say, "Go," uh, uh, we throw some more
When I say, "Yo," yo, yo, come get your ho
When I say, "Go," uh, uh, we throw some more
When I say, "Yo," yo, yo, come get your ho
(We gon' be okay)
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