Lyrics:
Thankful for my parents
Shoutout to my Dad
Rosé got next
She's gonna be the best
Oscar's in a few
Black tux at the Met
ADA rep the set
You know that's
Tryna expand my name and my brand but I don't know how to do it
I wouldn't listen to Bigga Rankin sometimes we got into it
You don't know how it feel yea
gotta vibe bandit
She's just stealin my shit (Yea)
I gotta vibe bandit
And a brand new bitch (Let's go)
I gotta vibe bandit
She's just stealin my shit
Roxys
But I told myself I need to stop it
Wanna take my bitch on an island
Do whatever to see you smiling
When I give her wood, she holler
But I
I'm feeling like sugar cubes in iced tea
Brand new taper with a white tee
I'm feeling like a fresh pair of nikes
I don't give a fuck if you don't
deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals
These niggas so soft, man
They not on nothing
You ain't really go to war
You was having fun
Coming in with a stick, came in with drums
We live by
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
rap to ya
Cuz there's something on my mind I gotta share with my people
Give em what they want E
Show em that you're black (Ah)
like them other porch
regard
Nothing less that ridiculous
So I stay to myself
And make um think I'm oblivious
The more you give
The more they wanna get
Do a little dirt
And they
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
African sunrise, shine on a brand new day
African sunrise, show us a brand new way
Give us a brand new morning
Show us forever beginning to stand
could've give my heart, but she just don't wanna play by the rules
I guess it was nonsense
Shawty, why you playin' my conscience
I guess you thought it was
like my mind,
I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs.
Simply, a bitch might give you some weed,
A bitch might give you a buck,
Man,
balla nigga like my mind,
I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs.
Simply, a bitch might give you some weed,
a bitch might
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money, never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
"Pink
the oscars
With my smiling brevity
This song ain’t gonna write itself
This posse got it going on like no one else
We landed by Jet at LAX
Got off the plane
Look, look
Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich
Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate
Brand new house
Aint Nobody here just me
I got two kids
I got two mouths to feed so
Give me the bag today
Show me the racks in the safe
Give me
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
Yeah
Yeah
I bought me a Lambo, made it a Urus, give me my flowers call me a flourist
I might spin through like I'm a tourist, my house big, I
collect
Ion really care less yous got my back
If you really do might give you five Racks
They say spotty how you do it like That
They say spotty how you do
used to be you made a brand new me.
You found the love I lost somewhere deep inside my soul
In prison by the darkness left to die out in the cold
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