Signs
You ain't gotta trip I made my mind up yeah
Think you gotta go I ain't signed up yeah
Keeping it a thou witcha I'm no fair
Baby come and ride up on my yayayeah
Henny talk kicking with a dime ya
Thicc centerfold baby oh my god ya yeah
Hold up
Oh my god ya yeah
Pour up on the go for the night
Like where'd the four go
Damn she sending signals like in morse code yeah
Think only lord knows
But I can tell she shy by her horoscope damn
Don't wanna lay low
Said I just want the guap I want the pesos
Girl you curved the light like just a day ago
So why you wanna be with me don't make no
Sense I wanna bounce I wanna go see some more
Got dollars on my mind and a whole god damn tour
She tell me its all fine but I know she want more
I can't give her more
So imma get gone
You ain't gotta trip I made my mind up yeah
Think you gotta go I ain't signed up yeah
Keeping it a thou witcha I'm no fair
Baby come and ride up on my yayayeah
Henny talk kicking with a dime ya
Thicc centerfold baby oh my god ya yeah
Hold up
Oh my god ya yeah
Pour up on the go for the night
Ballin with my team
We stay winning like a dream
Everything ain't what it seem
Shorty rollin off a bean
She tell me she gon' love me then she left me in my sleep
We be going back and forth and forth and back like every week
She just copped a whip I don't think that it's a lease
I stay making hits I can do it with the ease
And I used to kick flip I can do it with the steeze
And I'm steady in my bag only running for the cheese
Got my mind right hit you when the times right
Thought I told you I can put you in the limelight
It's not ever over baby its just in the hindsight
Just know that I know you baby know that you'll be fine right
Woah
Hop out she go grabbing on my throat
Pull the gas out now she wanna roll
Know I cop for the low
Money bags that's what i'm gon' drop for the smoke
I know I'm the one you like last up
And I'm hitting background for that backup
Damn shorty why you tap out
The way you throw that back like you gon' pass out
Woah leaning wok
Get the fuck up out my face money call
Shorty switch up in the night time yea
But I keep going up cause it's my time yeah
You ain't gotta trip I made my mind up yeah
Think you gotta go I ain't signed up yeah
Keeping it a thou witcha I'm no fair
Baby come and ride up on my yayayeah
Henny talk kicking with a dime ya
Thicc centerfold baby oh my god ya yeah
Hold up
Oh my god ya yeah
Pour up on the go for the night
Think you gotta go I ain't signed up yeah
Keeping it a thou witcha I'm no fair
Baby come and ride up on my yayayeah
Henny talk kicking with a dime ya
Thicc centerfold baby oh my god ya yeah
Hold up
Oh my god ya yeah
Pour up on the go for the night
Like where'd the four go
Damn she sending signals like in morse code yeah
Think only lord knows
But I can tell she shy by her horoscope damn
Don't wanna lay low
Said I just want the guap I want the pesos
Girl you curved the light like just a day ago
So why you wanna be with me don't make no
Sense I wanna bounce I wanna go see some more
Got dollars on my mind and a whole god damn tour
She tell me its all fine but I know she want more
I can't give her more
So imma get gone
You ain't gotta trip I made my mind up yeah
Think you gotta go I ain't signed up yeah
Keeping it a thou witcha I'm no fair
Baby come and ride up on my yayayeah
Henny talk kicking with a dime ya
Thicc centerfold baby oh my god ya yeah
Hold up
Oh my god ya yeah
Pour up on the go for the night
Ballin with my team
We stay winning like a dream
Everything ain't what it seem
Shorty rollin off a bean
She tell me she gon' love me then she left me in my sleep
We be going back and forth and forth and back like every week
She just copped a whip I don't think that it's a lease
I stay making hits I can do it with the ease
And I used to kick flip I can do it with the steeze
And I'm steady in my bag only running for the cheese
Got my mind right hit you when the times right
Thought I told you I can put you in the limelight
It's not ever over baby its just in the hindsight
Just know that I know you baby know that you'll be fine right
Woah
Hop out she go grabbing on my throat
Pull the gas out now she wanna roll
Know I cop for the low
Money bags that's what i'm gon' drop for the smoke
I know I'm the one you like last up
And I'm hitting background for that backup
Damn shorty why you tap out
The way you throw that back like you gon' pass out
Woah leaning wok
Get the fuck up out my face money call
Shorty switch up in the night time yea
But I keep going up cause it's my time yeah
You ain't gotta trip I made my mind up yeah
Think you gotta go I ain't signed up yeah
Keeping it a thou witcha I'm no fair
Baby come and ride up on my yayayeah
Henny talk kicking with a dime ya
Thicc centerfold baby oh my god ya yeah
Hold up
Oh my god ya yeah
Pour up on the go for the night
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Cambetes
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