Faded
2 A.M., bitch my phone light up
Do she wanna talk or wanna fuck?
Nothing but the Henny in my cup
My name straight on fallin' out of love
I feel it inside of my bones
I knew it but nobody knows
The money is over the hoes
Versace all over my clothes
Fendi to cover my wrist
Purple to pink glad they mix
Don't give a fuck about no bitch
I'm takin' your ho don't exist
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Chasin' all this money where I'm gonna go
Shit, well I'm on the road
Trynna make a hit up in the studio
Listen to me flow
Too many drinks got me movin' slow
I'm swervin' on the road
Got the whole crowd standing on their toes
You already know
Last summer me and you had it
This summer me and you ain't had it
I swear to god you turned me into an addict
Wearin' tissue-like green in a salad
Got all this money that I'm throwin' by the thousands
Got all this money that I'm throwin' by the thousands
Baby girl, I know that you doubt it
Baby girl, I know that you doubt it
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Do she wanna talk or wanna fuck?
Nothing but the Henny in my cup
My name straight on fallin' out of love
I feel it inside of my bones
I knew it but nobody knows
The money is over the hoes
Versace all over my clothes
Fendi to cover my wrist
Purple to pink glad they mix
Don't give a fuck about no bitch
I'm takin' your ho don't exist
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Chasin' all this money where I'm gonna go
Shit, well I'm on the road
Trynna make a hit up in the studio
Listen to me flow
Too many drinks got me movin' slow
I'm swervin' on the road
Got the whole crowd standing on their toes
You already know
Last summer me and you had it
This summer me and you ain't had it
I swear to god you turned me into an addict
Wearin' tissue-like green in a salad
Got all this money that I'm throwin' by the thousands
Got all this money that I'm throwin' by the thousands
Baby girl, I know that you doubt it
Baby girl, I know that you doubt it
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Bitch I'm faded, faded, faded
Bitch I'm wasted, wasted, wasted
No more love just fuckin' hatred
Fuck these hoes, I'm paper chasin'
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Berryhill, Jay Brunswick, John King
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