Angels X Demons
You been really
You been really
On my mind
Yeah, yeah check
Yeah check
On my mind
I been
I been
I been trying to take you home
Trying to put you in my zone
I got what you needing baby
Believe me baby
Give me all your time
Tell me your mine
Dropping dimes for ya
Look, Everything is on me
Oooo
Everything is on me
Oooo Ooo,Check, Ooo Ooo
Please believe me baby
This is not easy baby
Your love it drives me crazy
For ya
For ya
Yeah they like Melo you the realest
My b mad she say I be texting b
When they see me out in public they take pictures
I stay with my hitters
All my n is gorillas, yeah
I don't care about your feelings, you know imma stack that money to the ceiling
Cause I can't have no main b
RCG my brothers,and we always on that gang s
Switch it up
Run up on a n make him give it up
Sipping on that l, n thinking that I'm sick as f
I don't have no type, but I like my b thick as f
Lift him up now the paramedics gotta pick him up
Yeah, Yeah
N going out sad
I don't have no kids, but I make her call me dad
N can't keep up with me, I'm running up a bag
I got all these n mad, cause I'm dripping I got swag
Yeah Yeah
Ooo Ooooo
I been trying to take you home
Trying to put you in my zone
I got what you needing baby
Believe me baby
Give me all your time
Tell me your mine
Dropping dimes for ya
Look, Everything is on me
Oooo
Everything is on me
Oooo Ooo Check Ooo Ooo
Please believe me baby
This is not easy baby
Your love it drives me crazy
For ya
For ya
You been really
On my mind
Yeah, yeah check
Yeah check
On my mind
I been
I been
I been trying to take you home
Trying to put you in my zone
I got what you needing baby
Believe me baby
Give me all your time
Tell me your mine
Dropping dimes for ya
Look, Everything is on me
Oooo
Everything is on me
Oooo Ooo,Check, Ooo Ooo
Please believe me baby
This is not easy baby
Your love it drives me crazy
For ya
For ya
Yeah they like Melo you the realest
My b mad she say I be texting b
When they see me out in public they take pictures
I stay with my hitters
All my n is gorillas, yeah
I don't care about your feelings, you know imma stack that money to the ceiling
Cause I can't have no main b
RCG my brothers,and we always on that gang s
Switch it up
Run up on a n make him give it up
Sipping on that l, n thinking that I'm sick as f
I don't have no type, but I like my b thick as f
Lift him up now the paramedics gotta pick him up
Yeah, Yeah
N going out sad
I don't have no kids, but I make her call me dad
N can't keep up with me, I'm running up a bag
I got all these n mad, cause I'm dripping I got swag
Yeah Yeah
Ooo Ooooo
I been trying to take you home
Trying to put you in my zone
I got what you needing baby
Believe me baby
Give me all your time
Tell me your mine
Dropping dimes for ya
Look, Everything is on me
Oooo
Everything is on me
Oooo Ooo Check Ooo Ooo
Please believe me baby
This is not easy baby
Your love it drives me crazy
For ya
For ya
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Writer(s): D'armoni Battee
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