Mask

She keep going, miss her schedule, that shit can't bend
She keep going, shopping Chanel on the weekend
She freakin, in the back got these boys creepin
On the deep end, she tricking men, she playing pretend

Her friends know she working three jobs, that shit hard
The people hating cuz she always seems to play it off
But in reality she work hard then she pay out off
She different when in public, creating new facades

That girl wearing a mask, damn
Niggas cannot figure out her past, damn
Said that glass of Rosé was her last, damn
But she know that she'll be back for it tomorrow

Yeah
But she changing her ways
Started saving money, went from Nike to Louis
Talking to another man, said he from L.A.
Only talked for round two months, but she think he can stay, aye

And she got a new promotion
Modeling for Versace don't treat her like a person
They jealous cuz she beautiful, wavier then the ocean
Her dark chocolate skin and sell of cocoa butter lotion

Just because she's magic don't mean she ain't real
She smiling through it cuz that girl got over two mill
And she got a daughter and a husband, keep it real
Bought the Cullinan and Bentayga to seal the deal

That life was in her past, damn
Now she on illuminated driveways, damn
Said those millions weren't her last, damn
Cuz she know that she'll be back for it tomorrow

Yeah

(Yeah, Yeah)

(Yah, Yeah)

(Nike to Louis, Nike to Louis)

(Yeah yeah)

(Nike to Gucci, Nike to
Nike to Louis)

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Credits
Writer(s): Micah Omari Rashada
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