Lyrics:
excitin' us
Roll me up a eighthy of dat GG and I light it up
Shorty got me feelin' just like Drake, I'ma be nice for what
Shorty thought we really had a vibe
y'all talkin' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl
If I'm busy, then fuck no
You need to find you someone else
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
She don't need a man she get bands by herself
Shorty workin hard play the hand that she dealt
She got on them jeans with the white Gucci belt
Shorty
hard for you
Paint me like your college girls
And take me to an island
Make it worth every time i come through
I've been workin' way too hard
For you not
on the floor
Girl, you so perfect, I think that it's workin'
You gave me your love, now I really want more
Girl, you so different, apart from the rest
Cool,
it worse
And girl I swear I gotta curse, you shouldn’t even be ‘round me
There’s some things that you don’t know about me, God damn (God damn)
But by
Lately on a vibe
I been feeling high
All this money on my mind
I can really touch the sky
Put my life up on the line
Steady workin all the time
You
night she making bank rolls
Money thick nah cant fold
Im on demand I know you see it too
Her hand bag by Jimmy Choo
Pretty girl and she certified
She
Started from the bottom like Drake
Putted all together like Baby
Ice in my ear like Baby
All red whip like Baby
Your girl calling me baby
I'mma live my
I been workin' late nights
Maybe you could call me just to say hi
I ain't really seen you in a long time
Don't know where to go I need some road
I been layin' low, I been on my grind
I been in a hole, workin' on my climb
Every time I'm up, I start to decline
Swear if this keep up, I'mma lose
Tell me where you wanted to go and ill take you
I just want you to know that i miss you
I been workin hard to get to you
Yeah i like that
Tell me
Aubrey
(Yeah fucking Drake)
Fuck it, I could probably do it
Halsey probably date me
If mo-fucking cupid
Shot her with a tank
As for me and Drake
God damn
Bad lil' girl but she go to school
Educated as fuck and she freaky too
Got some wild ass friends and they with it too
All up in the party
Mixin'
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
'Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
I need a change of pace
'Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger,
to Cleveland
Drake made a song 'bout him
Man, he ain't even workin'
NCAA (Damn), we the young and dangerous (Damn)
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want
'Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
I need a change of pace
'Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger,
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
The pain that I seen in my mother's eyes in 2009
Have me workin' 'til it's 2049
And get hate when I tell you, "Oh, some other time"
Like I really got some
Used to know a girl lived down there
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause thats
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