Lyrics:
Whatever it is I do, I try to think about you.
I have a love for you that nothing hides.
Whatever it is I do, I'm always thinking of you.
I hope you
keep rockin
No stoppin niggas is like (wa-what?)
And shorty from the south keep fuckin it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin
You got me going
So get me out of here
I should be blowin'
In someone else's ear
I'm looking forward to looking back
On days like today
How high
Oh! I can kiss the sun
Run a minute mile
While you hitch hike
Love shines a light
I'll be a winners cup
And I'm lookin' for the one
blow it once, it ain't gonna happen twice
I hate to say it
But I never should have let you go
But now I'm back to let you know
I'm back into you
Every now and then you get mad
Sometime I make you sad
Make you want to say kiss my ass
I'm tired of listenin to you naggin
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
She
number girl
Me I wanna call you, call you, call you
0102 656 547 853 ring
See I'm already dialing baby hello
0102 656 547 853 ring
See I'm already dialing
You don't have to take me out
I'm comfortable enough on my sofa
When I fix your plate I'll put some vegetables and love, nah nah nah
Every time you
I got lots of cash on me, cash on me
Bad bitch I'm 'bout to smash on, smash on
Broke 200 on the dash on it, dash on it
I pull up and hit the gas
sleep, no resting
I'm still awake, I'm good
Oh-oh-oh I, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh I, oh-oh-oh
Think I found the right, omo (think I found the right one)
I
Rest in peace Blood Money
Rest in peace Lil Rob
Rest in peace Ody?
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers
Blowin' up, taking selfies, I'm so
a fuck, like I'm a slut
Bino that's my baby what he doin out at the club?
Fuck about your dress code, my dress code is I got a big bank roll
I think so,
not what it looks like
Give man high-five
Kiss her goodnight
I'm in your eye sight
But I'm not your type
I'm more like low-life
Keep quiet I'm
Oh yeah, Phoebe Ryan
Kid Ink
I'm living for the paycheck and the love (Uh huh)
I'm gonna be a legend just because (You know)
I've been working
yeah
What up, Khaled? I'm up wildin'
Gettin' money, fuck it up on a island
I've been wildin' tellin' bitches to climb in the coupe
Roof
whores, I'm toxic (y'ello)
Let me see the pussy real quick, fin'er test, let me smell it
Balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished
Ride with
only come round when I’m up a bit,
Ya fake and you think I don’t notice it,
Smoking on gas it’s that potent shit,
Easing my mind while it’s opening,
a billion, a billion, a billion)
Hustle, I'm going to get it from the muscle
When they ask my motivation I say struggle
Cause when your dead broke them haters
with my feelings,
Everyday that I wake up I throw my hands to the ceiling,
Cause today was never promised I’m just glad that I’m living.
Chorus:
What’s
changed
I'm about to blow away
(Fallin'-flyin')
I'm gonna keep me fallin'-flyin'
(Fallin'-flyin')
Over and over, fallin'-flyin'
(Fallin'-flyin')
New Ransom, French shit's called Ride Out
Let me stop actin like I'm hardly sane
When I'm spittin bars of flame
Scar your brain
And I'm still smooth
yeah, yeah I'm just
Rolling with my gang, with my gang
I'm just rolling with my gang
(Gang) , with my gang
I'm just rolling with my gang
(Gang) , with my
the fuck am
I kidding? That's that D'usse talking
Hold up come back I'm just singing
This can't, work go figure
First girl I met that ain't a gold digger
Can
with The Rock
I got my first rap check and
Spent it on the opps, yeah
Been up three days on Addys
I put on my hood like jackets
I'm happy, I just bought
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