What You Say
The Kid LAROI, Post Malone, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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(F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young I want count up every day I'm out Try takin' anything to keep my sane, I've been hustlin' I been grindin' hard on my momma Soul actin' lame, with my main I've been fussin' I got too much money for these problems I won't take these drugs with my friends, huh, oh I got all these hoes, all these clothes in my crib, yeah I fucked on them both, yes, I did, yah You can't trust these hoes, I won't hold you, that's what it is, yeah Huh, I'm too real, Draco in my peacoat I need some right here, pussy nigga get killed, oh Playin' 'round with these millions, lil' bro (like, lil' bro) (F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young I want count up every day I'm out Pull up to this party, not for fun Makin' sure I stack my money tall Know that I look nice enough for someone Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty All this drama, baby, I'm too rich for that All these commas, like I'm an aristocrat In Bahamas, posted with my bitch with that Say that you want problems? It's no problem, we got shit for that Windows tinted, whip is all black And my credit card lookin' all platinum And your bitch told me she want all action Hit it once with a gold Magnum I don't really care 'bout what the blogs say 'Cause my momma good and my dawgs straight You know if you could, you'd be on the same I'm in Hollywood, gettin' all faded, I swear I can't take breaks, I'm too young Strip club, throwin' up dubs You can't tell me none Two-hundred in my cup I was paid to be in this club No, I don't do shit for fun (F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young I want count up every day I'm out Pull up to this party, not for fun Makin' sure I stack my money tall Know that I look nice enough for someone Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty It's gotten cold, I want that ice with Stompeez on Tommy fold, give somethin' they can copy off Talk slow, I'm super sweet but choppa low That chain you gave her on, she told me, "F*ck the diamonds off" I did, I'm poppin' off and I can't never clock off Hey, I can't have my baby rockin' Ricky knockoffs Hey, my buddies gonna slide and maybe spin that block off Hey, fishtail off that lot and chop-chop-chop the top off I can't do this alone She a pain on the tone If you say you will follow me too I'd be happy with you, uh (F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm (Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas (I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young I want count up every day I'm out Pull up to this party, not for fun Makin' sure I stack my money tall Know that I look nice enough for someone Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty
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Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Charlton Howard, Austin Post
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