Bape

Ay, pourin' juice wearing Bape
Money, then I'm feeling outta place
I was waitin' on you to change
(Meech! What it look like?) You the only one to

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't
I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank
I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase
Ay, I'm pourin' juice wearin' Bape
If I can't make no money then I'm feeling out of place
You was never with me, I was waiting on you to change
Nigga, if you broke, you the only one to blame
Playin' with my money, that'll make me go insane

I'm goin' crazy, I run up Percocets, but they can't save me
Niggas say they love me, but I got vibes that they shady
I'll never ever-ever let you lame bitches play me
Bitches all in my DM, with them eyes and them faces
This shit crazy, I just want some head but she naked
These niggas cool with bein' broke, I swear I couldn't take it
Boy, these runs don't stop, ain't no back to the basics
Every time my package hit the air, it's gon' make it

I smell like Givenchy off Hibachi, you got Wendy's
I be wantin' the money, and it tell me "Come and get me"
I remember I was down to my last, it was sickening
I charge a arm and lyric for a verse 'cause I'm gifted
Smilin' ear to ear 'cause I checked and they shipped it
She wanna make some cheese, I told lil' baby, "Come and get it"
Make a bitch work these cards 'til her fucking nails lifting
If it's hot, I make a knot, ain't no scorching how I'm livin'

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't
I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank
I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase
Ay, I'm pourin' juice wearin' Bape
If I can't make no money then I'm feeling out of place
You was never with me, I was waiting on you to change
Nigga, if you broke, you the only one to blame
Playin' with my money, that'll make me go insane

It's verse two, you spent a bag on that bitch, that ain't cool
'Cause I bet if you was broke, she wouldn't have bought a bag for you
If we break up, I don't need that shit for life, bitch, you through
I need a 63 S-GLE, bitch the coupe
You'll spend yo' last thousand 'fore you flip it into two
I can't fuck her off a Perc, she gon' get this shit confused
Everybody want a verse, just 'cause you rap, we ain't cool
I'm up for that bag, if you ain't got it, keep it movin'

You ever listen to the shit they sayin'? They be clueless
Up early gettin' to it, I be up before foolish
You ain't the type to do no fucking scams 'cause you stupid
And my nigga whipping up, he make fours out of deuces
This exotic my cologne, but you still smell this Gucci
I ain't even rich yet, but my life feel like a movie
My hoes like Dolce & Gabbana and some Louis
You niggas still stressing over hoes lookin' goofy

Meech
Put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank
Ay, if she had Chase
I'm pouring juice wearing Bape
Shit sweet



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Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
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