You Get Mad

I'm fucking with all your friends
Baby when I call you a ten
I got rich, I can
You get mad

I'm not cheating though
Bought you a Louis bag
I don't know when you gon be in my past

Designer on your girl cuz she wanting that hi-fi
Every time she coming over she don't need the WiFi
You got it you got it girl
You telling me your white lies
All this paper got me living the dream life

I'm honest
Living on these late flights
You say you want the old me
But I still do you so right

I got all the money baby
Are you still my ride or die
I can give you everything but me
Are you gon compromise

I heard you looking for me
But baby it's not your time
Its either fame or love
And I'm picking fame every time

Yeah you pretty but baby
You not hard to find
You say I'm selfish
But I'm just telling you whats on my mind

I'm fucking with all your friends
Baby when I call you a ten
I got rich, I can
You get mad

I'm not cheating though
Bought you a Louis bag
I don't know when you gon be in my past

Designer on your girl cuz she wanting that hi-fi
Every time she coming over she don't need the WiFi
You got it you got it girl
You telling me your white lies
All this paper got me living the dream life



Credits
Writer(s): Adithya Kumar
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