Lyrics:
What time is it?
Hangin' by the backstage door, decked out like a queen
Your body's sayin' 21, but your face says 17
My intuition tells me, that
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Blueface baby, yeah, aight
First class what I spent on the shoes
Baguettes guaranteed I'm getting this boo
Ooh
Early morning noon and night
The days just seem to pass me by
Searching for a change in life
To make it fun and have a life but I can seem to get it
Wake up fresh in the morning
It's time to go count me some cake
Zaza blunt with that cup
That's how I start my day
Rocking that bathing ape
I feel
brother peso nigga that's my twin for sure
It was me and Kilo late night we was trying to hit a stain
I was up on creep shit nigga it was me and Keeboiik
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
the best and I need you
by my side yeah yeah
Because your always gonna ride yeah yeah
Late night I be on my grind yeah yeah
Its just you right by my side
a dead sea of money cars and women
Women doing whatever for the dough
So they can rock the latest designer bags shoes and fine linens
Whatever's trending
Let's debate
Expensive taste what my shoes say
Money the root
Then I'll be happy with the toothache
Fuck a bookay
When she rather make ya gram after
a killing
Had to cut some niggas off, they was around, but wasn't with us
This a plain white tee, shoes ten-fifty
Jeans by Amiri, yeah, Ben Franks in em
Yeah,
vein
Keep them wolves on his back like he Grizzly Adams
I get rejected by a chick, I throw my whiskey at 'em
Your best friend will curse you out like,
and a teacher
It's money over bitches, no room for a skeezer
Thinking of a Lambo, Bathing Ape camo
Play with the money, turn Rocky into Rambo
Patience is
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
the things he's always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
He's drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Some people push by
And everyone is
to live
Ready the night by a playwright
A pale blue theatre stage
A feast of beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy
The play is yours to write
Yours
bear
I'm so hood and the hood everywhere
Thank god black card good everywhere
You like my shoes huh? well I got every pair
Elevator eyes, but I get every
She wore red shoes by the drugstore
As the rain splashed the nickel
Spilled like chablis along the midway
There's a little blue jay
In a red
City, make it rain money
Count all night, co-caine money
That do whatcha gotta do, I ain't ashamed money
You burnin' up, daddy
And I ain't never gone
Better get it right we ain't fly by night
Here to stay
I ain't got no gripe & I rep my side
Tell 'em baby
Yeah I'm feelin right this is more than hype
Turn the fucking lights out
I’m sitting here by myself
With a pencil tryina get the lines out
Of an empty mind in a night cloud
Full of doubt
Still
on en route
Want that latitude all night
Longitude
A muthafucka' do me right
Never mind
Got burned by the candle light
What a sight
I’m projecting all
There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
Money's gettin' shallow
shit, me, I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket
Herd em up like
Bring me back down and I'm
Take a walk in my shoes
If you can for the night
Take a walk in my shoes
If you can't
That's alright yeah
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