[Verse 1] I couldn't get a bill paid You couldn't buy the real thing I was staying up at your place Trying to figure out the whole thing I saw people doing things Almost gave up on the music thing But we all so spoiled now More life, more everything Must have never had your phone tapped All that yapping on the phone shit You must really love the road life All that never coming home shit
[Verse 2] Dom Rosé toast Hidden hills where I post Iced up, my day slow Silk pajamas when I wake though Mirror bound to the face though I drunk text J-Lo Old number, so it bounce back Boi 1da got the bounce back Used to get paid for shows and Front door money, five ten twenty Hand sanitize after you count that Me and Gibbo was about that Eating Applebee's and Outback Southwest no first class Hilton rooms, gotta double up Writing our name on a double cup We ain't even have a tour bus Girls wouldn't even think of recording me I fall asleep in sororities I had some different priorities Weezy had all the authority Women I like was ignoring me Now they like, aren't you adorable? I know the question rhetorical I took the team play from Oracle Mama never used to cook much Used to chef KD Now me and Chef KD Bet on shopping 20 G's I brought the game to its knees I make too much these days to ever say poor me Where you at, I never see you
[Verse 3] Niggas moves so waste Please come outside the house and show yourself So I can say it to your face It's bound to happen man it's gotta happen now So let's just get it out the way Lotta niggas going bad on me Please, one at a time I wanna move to Dubai So I ain't never have to kick it with none of you guys I didn't listen to Hov on that old song When he told me pay it no mind I get more satisfaction outta going at your head and seeing all of you die And I seen a lot of you die
[Verse 4] Hidden hills where I post, yeah Ye already know, yeah I'm the troublemaker in the neighborhood Far as troublemaking goes, yeah House party up the road, yeah I'm not kidding, player This kid doesn't play about the flow, yeah Y'all keep playing with your nose, yeah You get high and do the most, yeah How you let the kid-fighting, ghost-writing rumors turn you to a ghost? Oh you niggas got jokes Free smoke, free smoke
[Outro] Baka Yeah, we outchea Ya don know, aye? It's a OVO ting, aye? Ya don know, aye? It's a East Side ting, aye? Ya don know aye? More lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
