Yesterday

Yea
Got two phones I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne
Where we were, we can't go back there again
223's and 4's when we pull up, let it spray
Now I'm rich, I was broke yesterday

She call me Papi cos' I got the champagne
Smoked an opp, left him in the ashtray
You keep tripping on me, I'm sipping on lean
Okay
When we make it big, hope my circle don't change

When I make it big, hope my circle don't change
Offwhite on my feet, you can tell by the lace
Got my city lit but my bitch from outer state
Took the drugs in the wraith, it took me outer space

Got two phones I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne
Where we were, we can't go back there again
223's and 4's when we pull up, let it spray
Now I'm rich, I was broke yesterday



Credits
Writer(s): Vignesh Sidhu
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