Ransom [Feat. 6LACK, Kehlani]
Holidays in California, quite strange
The high chain with the sightseein'
I'm just adjustin' to the prize-change
The truth is I'm just in a better prize-range
The saint Laurent's and the dice game
That's just flatter, that's just sky slang
I'm just ballin', I'm ballin', I'm really ballin'
Strip club like I'm tryna win a Heisman
They applause first, then the spite came
Tryna kill my pain in a sprite can
The top off in a strange way, I'm tryna fight fame
Am I still sharin' my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you're in your short skirt and in your heels
And you're not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don't reply
And you text and I just don't answer
It don't mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don't pay ransom
Oh, darlin', you don't say bye
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won't be held for ransom, I'm too handsome
Look
What you say on the way, tryna pray, have faith
From the temple, extraordinary brain, gotta say, ayy
You look so excited, I can tell by your face
But to me, it's just an ordinary day
You want me to take a vacation with you
You just better hope I stay patient with you
We gon' need some de-escalation, can you talk to me nice?
I got you a gift, but you fuck it up way too much
The situation way too us, won't peace like deuce up
Why your duke's up?
I'm tryna drown my pain in a fuckin' two cup
Lost too many niggas, I ain't tryna lose touch
Am I still sharin' my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you're in your short skirt and in your heels
And you're not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don't reply
And you text and I just don't answer
It don't mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don't pay ransom
You walk out and you don't say bye (bye)
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won't be held for ransom, I'm too handsome
The high chain with the sightseein'
I'm just adjustin' to the prize-change
The truth is I'm just in a better prize-range
The saint Laurent's and the dice game
That's just flatter, that's just sky slang
I'm just ballin', I'm ballin', I'm really ballin'
Strip club like I'm tryna win a Heisman
They applause first, then the spite came
Tryna kill my pain in a sprite can
The top off in a strange way, I'm tryna fight fame
Am I still sharin' my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you're in your short skirt and in your heels
And you're not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don't reply
And you text and I just don't answer
It don't mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don't pay ransom
Oh, darlin', you don't say bye
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won't be held for ransom, I'm too handsome
Look
What you say on the way, tryna pray, have faith
From the temple, extraordinary brain, gotta say, ayy
You look so excited, I can tell by your face
But to me, it's just an ordinary day
You want me to take a vacation with you
You just better hope I stay patient with you
We gon' need some de-escalation, can you talk to me nice?
I got you a gift, but you fuck it up way too much
The situation way too us, won't peace like deuce up
Why your duke's up?
I'm tryna drown my pain in a fuckin' two cup
Lost too many niggas, I ain't tryna lose touch
Am I still sharin' my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you're in your short skirt and in your heels
And you're not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don't reply
And you text and I just don't answer
It don't mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don't pay ransom
You walk out and you don't say bye (bye)
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won't be held for ransom, I'm too handsome
Credits
Writer(s): Kehlani Parrish, Lee Stashenko, Carlos St. John, Ricardo Valentine, Kendall Bailey
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