Last Minute
I could switch it up last minute
But you caught me with my side bitch out last week
Know is too late but I'm in it, wishing I could go back
Give you something worth you could see
And I know you're tired of these women, shawty we could go out
Somewhere foreign you could be
And I know you're tired of opinions
Put a carat in your hand worth a billion
We could blow a bag in starlets
Pull of crazy in a wraith, with the stars lit
All these hard times yea I know left you heartless
We could make it up at Neiman or Marcus
Can't take back, left you lonely
I was trying to flood V1s on a Roley
And it came with these bad bitches like a trophy
And you been tired of my game so you told me
That you jacking a new nigga, who's that
He don't drip hard, I'm leaking no cap
Remember those times, I was blessing your back
Big V Lone, and it covers your back
Flipping old pictures, in the renty all black
Hoping for a chance, shawty just say that
So I could go back give you codes to my jack
Working on things that I know, that I lack yea
Can't forget I fucked up
No matter how deep all these racks in my jeans
It'll probably take a while to get your trust up
Fighting insecurities, for my love yea
And your friends played me, trying to get your luck up
With new niggas you don't want none
Well knowing I'm the reason you don't trust none
I could put you in a foreign for the summer
Tell me what you want to do
Shawty we could ride down in my coupe, cool
Push a v12 with my shoes, Loubs
Big racks coming in, cool blue
Pull off something you aint used to
I could blow a bag on you too
Tatt your name so I make it true too
Yea
I could switch it up last minute
But you caught me with my side bitch out last week
Know is too late but I'm in it, wishing I could go back
Give you something worth you could see
And I know you're tired of these women, shawty we could go out
Somewhere foreign you could be
And I know you're tired of opinions
Put a carrot in your hand worth a billion
We could blow a bag in starlets
Pull of crazy in a wraith, with the stars lit
All these hard times yea I know left you heartless,
We could make it up at Neiman or Marcus
Can't take back, left you lonely
I was trying to flood v1s on a Roley
And it came with these bad bitches like a trophy
And you been tired of my game so you told me
But you caught me with my side bitch out last week
Know is too late but I'm in it, wishing I could go back
Give you something worth you could see
And I know you're tired of these women, shawty we could go out
Somewhere foreign you could be
And I know you're tired of opinions
Put a carat in your hand worth a billion
We could blow a bag in starlets
Pull of crazy in a wraith, with the stars lit
All these hard times yea I know left you heartless
We could make it up at Neiman or Marcus
Can't take back, left you lonely
I was trying to flood V1s on a Roley
And it came with these bad bitches like a trophy
And you been tired of my game so you told me
That you jacking a new nigga, who's that
He don't drip hard, I'm leaking no cap
Remember those times, I was blessing your back
Big V Lone, and it covers your back
Flipping old pictures, in the renty all black
Hoping for a chance, shawty just say that
So I could go back give you codes to my jack
Working on things that I know, that I lack yea
Can't forget I fucked up
No matter how deep all these racks in my jeans
It'll probably take a while to get your trust up
Fighting insecurities, for my love yea
And your friends played me, trying to get your luck up
With new niggas you don't want none
Well knowing I'm the reason you don't trust none
I could put you in a foreign for the summer
Tell me what you want to do
Shawty we could ride down in my coupe, cool
Push a v12 with my shoes, Loubs
Big racks coming in, cool blue
Pull off something you aint used to
I could blow a bag on you too
Tatt your name so I make it true too
Yea
I could switch it up last minute
But you caught me with my side bitch out last week
Know is too late but I'm in it, wishing I could go back
Give you something worth you could see
And I know you're tired of these women, shawty we could go out
Somewhere foreign you could be
And I know you're tired of opinions
Put a carrot in your hand worth a billion
We could blow a bag in starlets
Pull of crazy in a wraith, with the stars lit
All these hard times yea I know left you heartless,
We could make it up at Neiman or Marcus
Can't take back, left you lonely
I was trying to flood v1s on a Roley
And it came with these bad bitches like a trophy
And you been tired of my game so you told me
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Writer(s): Joel Paula
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