Catch Me If You Can
Okay I'm in this bitch like I never even left
It's time to show y'all mothafuckas that The Worst is still the best
If you talking that shit, betta say it with your chest
But if you talking that shit, bitch I'll punch you in the neck
I'm back in town
Rolling with the windows down
Ballin' out, never backing down
That's what I'm about
I took your little bitch to Brickell City just to shop around
My other bitch get jelly but she know that Imma buss her down
From the dirty south
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Me and Lu Benassi chillin'
Y'all the ones that's stressing out
Enhanced my style, starting to sound like Twista now
Flow so gold I almost sold some lyrics to a fucking clown
But that was then and this is now
I'm in the sky above the clouds
The stewardess pour me a drink
I tell her I need another round
My mom will never understand me so I guess I'll gift her Grammys
Never did this shit for me
Always did it for the family.
So catch me if you can, I'm the man
I be flying through these time zones like New York, LA, Japan
So catch me if you can, hopping on a jet
But you know I never know wherever Imma land next
Frivolous living all at my expense.
Experience has said it's best to buy and never rent
I'm in Los Angeles
After party in Van Ness
Rocking Dolce Gabbana at these white collar events
I need a Savage Fenty girl up on my arm
Preferably one that's blonde
Know she like my charm
Tell her all about my past but never scare her off
The type to wear a dress and make me wanna tear it off
I be with a bad bitch, look like Aubrey Plaza
I'm rollin' in a Benzo, you rollin' in Sonata
My bank account got hundo's, your bank account got nada
Your bitch in Michael Kors
My bitch rockin' that Prada
Gangsta Spouse
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
I be in the back of pictures ill'n out
Dealing out, raps about some shit you ain't never heard about
Never doubt
Cuz in this new dimension it could all change in a second
Cuz life's a loaded weapon, squeeze too fast and you'll get stuck
And if you stuck, I guess you fucked, the opposition running up
But with some luck and aim you'll hop up in the truck.
Run amok
Now I gotta drop this phone call cuz in 20 wheels are up
So catch me if you can, I'm the man
I be flying through these time zones like New York, LA, Japan
So catch me if you can, hopping on a jet
But you know I never know wherever Imma land next
It's time to show y'all mothafuckas that The Worst is still the best
If you talking that shit, betta say it with your chest
But if you talking that shit, bitch I'll punch you in the neck
I'm back in town
Rolling with the windows down
Ballin' out, never backing down
That's what I'm about
I took your little bitch to Brickell City just to shop around
My other bitch get jelly but she know that Imma buss her down
From the dirty south
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Me and Lu Benassi chillin'
Y'all the ones that's stressing out
Enhanced my style, starting to sound like Twista now
Flow so gold I almost sold some lyrics to a fucking clown
But that was then and this is now
I'm in the sky above the clouds
The stewardess pour me a drink
I tell her I need another round
My mom will never understand me so I guess I'll gift her Grammys
Never did this shit for me
Always did it for the family.
So catch me if you can, I'm the man
I be flying through these time zones like New York, LA, Japan
So catch me if you can, hopping on a jet
But you know I never know wherever Imma land next
Frivolous living all at my expense.
Experience has said it's best to buy and never rent
I'm in Los Angeles
After party in Van Ness
Rocking Dolce Gabbana at these white collar events
I need a Savage Fenty girl up on my arm
Preferably one that's blonde
Know she like my charm
Tell her all about my past but never scare her off
The type to wear a dress and make me wanna tear it off
I be with a bad bitch, look like Aubrey Plaza
I'm rollin' in a Benzo, you rollin' in Sonata
My bank account got hundo's, your bank account got nada
Your bitch in Michael Kors
My bitch rockin' that Prada
Gangsta Spouse
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
I be in the back of pictures ill'n out
Dealing out, raps about some shit you ain't never heard about
Never doubt
Cuz in this new dimension it could all change in a second
Cuz life's a loaded weapon, squeeze too fast and you'll get stuck
And if you stuck, I guess you fucked, the opposition running up
But with some luck and aim you'll hop up in the truck.
Run amok
Now I gotta drop this phone call cuz in 20 wheels are up
So catch me if you can, I'm the man
I be flying through these time zones like New York, LA, Japan
So catch me if you can, hopping on a jet
But you know I never know wherever Imma land next
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Writer(s): Karlos Sanchez
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