Impressions
Veuve Clicquot for them after hour sessions
I'm done boosting your egos, I'm done faking impressions, like
Von in the room, who you thinking you're impressing
I been zoning on smash, who buttons you think you're pressing
Mobile motives, the one that they be calling on
Fuck all the humble shit I'm feeling that they want me on
High heels, lip stick, Louis Vuittons
Really going for women that got it going on, yeah
Well party on, party on
They invading my privacy without Cardi on
Big bottle girl, go get your Bacardi on
She dedicated to die lit, like Carti on
Back when me and G was riding, had them wheelies poppin'
Back in UJ's studio, told me to never stop it
Here I am bout 4 years later trying to make him proud
He said he already is, I still ain't ever stop it
You ns in to talking scores, let's talk mine and yours
I got a whole pack of support if we're talking cores
I'm double lapping these ns and I keep running more
Makes you ask yourself, why they keep on running for
This is live sport, I ain't talking Hulu
She ask me what I do, and then she search me up on Google
Ya'll better pick a side, ain't no playin' neutral
You think I'm working how I'm working just for your approval
My ex flexing, her new job get TV time
Sometimes I feel like I'm running out, but I'm right on time
You can't help but to switch it up when you trynna shine
The ruler's back and I'm taking over, Carter's prime
Yea, the shit you writing, it just ain't hitting
I can ghost it, like toxic women, for all your writtens
Nice watch, gold chain, fresh linens
I can't help but be a star, J. Witten
Uh huh
Yeah
Shh, playboy
I want astounding money
I want that "they can't afford to stand around me" money
I'm talking buy the neighbors house cause we loud money
Hand the kids a couple thou, I'm proud money
Yeah, they try to tell me it ain't everything
But what about when that money can change everything
Shh, yeah
Go and think about it
I mean the type for generations, we don't stress a thing
Shorty patience thinning out, she know I'm getting to it
I probably won't grow old, the greatest never do it
And let me get my flowers now, the wake is too late
I keep my tabs, so I'm knowing when you're going through it
Yeah, buying shots for everybody here
I got that Chardonnay talent, I'm better every year
Listen how that crowd cheer
High Roads, we got the crown over here
Uh huh
Yeah
Hear Me Out
And we back
Uh
Yeah
Yup
I'm done boosting your egos, I'm done faking impressions, like
Von in the room, who you thinking you're impressing
I been zoning on smash, who buttons you think you're pressing
Mobile motives, the one that they be calling on
Fuck all the humble shit I'm feeling that they want me on
High heels, lip stick, Louis Vuittons
Really going for women that got it going on, yeah
Well party on, party on
They invading my privacy without Cardi on
Big bottle girl, go get your Bacardi on
She dedicated to die lit, like Carti on
Back when me and G was riding, had them wheelies poppin'
Back in UJ's studio, told me to never stop it
Here I am bout 4 years later trying to make him proud
He said he already is, I still ain't ever stop it
You ns in to talking scores, let's talk mine and yours
I got a whole pack of support if we're talking cores
I'm double lapping these ns and I keep running more
Makes you ask yourself, why they keep on running for
This is live sport, I ain't talking Hulu
She ask me what I do, and then she search me up on Google
Ya'll better pick a side, ain't no playin' neutral
You think I'm working how I'm working just for your approval
My ex flexing, her new job get TV time
Sometimes I feel like I'm running out, but I'm right on time
You can't help but to switch it up when you trynna shine
The ruler's back and I'm taking over, Carter's prime
Yea, the shit you writing, it just ain't hitting
I can ghost it, like toxic women, for all your writtens
Nice watch, gold chain, fresh linens
I can't help but be a star, J. Witten
Uh huh
Yeah
Shh, playboy
I want astounding money
I want that "they can't afford to stand around me" money
I'm talking buy the neighbors house cause we loud money
Hand the kids a couple thou, I'm proud money
Yeah, they try to tell me it ain't everything
But what about when that money can change everything
Shh, yeah
Go and think about it
I mean the type for generations, we don't stress a thing
Shorty patience thinning out, she know I'm getting to it
I probably won't grow old, the greatest never do it
And let me get my flowers now, the wake is too late
I keep my tabs, so I'm knowing when you're going through it
Yeah, buying shots for everybody here
I got that Chardonnay talent, I'm better every year
Listen how that crowd cheer
High Roads, we got the crown over here
Uh huh
Yeah
Hear Me Out
And we back
Uh
Yeah
Yup
Credits
Writer(s): Javantae Cureton
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