Focus
Yeah, focus, focus
Use her for the bag, she ain't even notice
We pop the Hennessy, now she want wedding ring, no
Forget about it, I ain't buyin' anything, oh
Focus, focus
Focus, focus
A sip of Hennessy, now she want the wedding ring, no
Think it's something, bae, that you ain't telling me
Oh, think it's something, bae, that you ain't telling me, yo
Think it's something, bae, that you ain't telling me, oh
Yeah, huh, think it's something, Bonnie, she ain't telling me, we know that
I use her for the cream but she be using me to pour Jack
Why she needin' me? She need a team to throat the Cognac
Yeah, focus, focus
Yeah, empty Hennessy bottles
Baby, when you sober you a magazine model
Soon as you get the soda, baby, you ain't even nada
Soon as she get the cola she the Devil In Prada, oh
Yeah, empty Hennessy bottles
Baby, when you sober you a magazine model
Soon as you get the soda, baby, you ain't even nada
Soon as she get the cola she the Devil In Prada
Yeah, huh, sleepin' like a nightmare
Wake up in a dream, I used to hate the real life, yeah
Flash'll flash the toy, he get a buzz like every lightyear
Flash ain't the joint, he got the gas up on a flight
Aroma, so potent
She want a fix, my Bonnie broken
She smoking away her problems 'til she floatin'
On cloud nine, how many bottles did we open in the last hour?
That's why my bonnie gotta-
Focus, focus
Use her for the bag, she ain't even notice
We pop the Hennessy, now she want wedding ring, no
Forget about it, I ain't buyin' anything, oh
Focus, focus
Yo, are you good?
Like... how you not returnin' any of my calls?
Like- what's your problem?
I know you see me blowing ya' shit up
That's exactly why I don't fuck with your dumb ass because you stay on some bullshit
You got me out here looking dumb; and for what?
Like- I'm so tired of you
Like- why you keep doing this?
Like- let me find out you was with another bitch today
Like- word to my deads, you and that hoe can get beat the fuck up
You can play with me if you want to, Elijah
I'll show up to your crib and cut up all them raggedy ass durags and sneakers you got
Got me over here worried about you
You probably out here doing some fuck shit but it's cool
Like, if you don't wanna be with me, that's all you had to say
You wasting my time and I'm not here for it
So, do you
I'm done
Fuck you
Bye, suck my dick
Use her for the bag, she ain't even notice
We pop the Hennessy, now she want wedding ring, no
Forget about it, I ain't buyin' anything, oh
Focus, focus
Focus, focus
A sip of Hennessy, now she want the wedding ring, no
Think it's something, bae, that you ain't telling me
Oh, think it's something, bae, that you ain't telling me, yo
Think it's something, bae, that you ain't telling me, oh
Yeah, huh, think it's something, Bonnie, she ain't telling me, we know that
I use her for the cream but she be using me to pour Jack
Why she needin' me? She need a team to throat the Cognac
Yeah, focus, focus
Yeah, empty Hennessy bottles
Baby, when you sober you a magazine model
Soon as you get the soda, baby, you ain't even nada
Soon as she get the cola she the Devil In Prada, oh
Yeah, empty Hennessy bottles
Baby, when you sober you a magazine model
Soon as you get the soda, baby, you ain't even nada
Soon as she get the cola she the Devil In Prada
Yeah, huh, sleepin' like a nightmare
Wake up in a dream, I used to hate the real life, yeah
Flash'll flash the toy, he get a buzz like every lightyear
Flash ain't the joint, he got the gas up on a flight
Aroma, so potent
She want a fix, my Bonnie broken
She smoking away her problems 'til she floatin'
On cloud nine, how many bottles did we open in the last hour?
That's why my bonnie gotta-
Focus, focus
Use her for the bag, she ain't even notice
We pop the Hennessy, now she want wedding ring, no
Forget about it, I ain't buyin' anything, oh
Focus, focus
Yo, are you good?
Like... how you not returnin' any of my calls?
Like- what's your problem?
I know you see me blowing ya' shit up
That's exactly why I don't fuck with your dumb ass because you stay on some bullshit
You got me out here looking dumb; and for what?
Like- I'm so tired of you
Like- why you keep doing this?
Like- let me find out you was with another bitch today
Like- word to my deads, you and that hoe can get beat the fuck up
You can play with me if you want to, Elijah
I'll show up to your crib and cut up all them raggedy ass durags and sneakers you got
Got me over here worried about you
You probably out here doing some fuck shit but it's cool
Like, if you don't wanna be with me, that's all you had to say
You wasting my time and I'm not here for it
So, do you
I'm done
Fuck you
Bye, suck my dick
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Writer(s): Elijah Brooks
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