Faded
Ay, two cups of my favorite
Just bought a new crib and its spaces
Came with a swimming pool full of Grey Goose
And a few bitches in the basement (Uh)
I went to jail lookin' like Jaden (Uh)
But I came home lookin' like Damon
I'm finna name my first tour Rehab
'Cause a nigga still goin' through them stages (Ok)
The price of fame, I done paid it (Ho)
If it's money to be made, I'ma chase it (Ay)
I'm ballin', nigga, no agent (Ay)
Man, fuck the world with an ace dick
And, it don't pay to patient (Nah)
I put in work like a day shift
And put holes in your face like Jason
Nah, I don't miss, I been workin' on my aimin'
Nigga, I eyeball it, don't weigh it (Uh)
My team deep like the Wayans
I got a dance left in this wrist of mine
And for that white girl, I'ma save it (What up, baby?)
I'm just tryna be frank, like shameless
You niggas tryna be Frank off Shameless
Man, word to the homie Doug E. Fresh (Fresh)
Everybody love me like Raymond (Love me like Raymond)
Diamonds all black, I'm a racist (Racist)
Ciroc comin' in by the cases (Cases)
I got a fuckin' blowjob in the mornin'
And after random bullshit, I prolly' won't make it (Nah)
Back to my black diamond bracelets
I talk money and these fag niggas hate it
My last cut, I told 9Milly "Tape it"
I want mine now, nigga, fuck waitin'
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Fiendin' hard in that red thing (Ay)
Diamonds all on my necklace (Ay)
The inside be peanut butter
Which is complimentin' my red bitch (Uh)
Champagne by the case-load
Polo cheese by the outlet
She swallowed my dick 'bout an hour ago
And she ain't took it out of her mouth yet
Every time I hit the club, I walk around like I own it (Own it)
Ballin' out ain't nothin' to me
It's right up my alley, bowlin' (Bowlin')
Straight shots, straight shots
Where the fuck is my driver at? (Uh)
Rolex state of mind, bitch I ain't got no time for that
I wake up aired and go to sleep faded
Baby girl, I don't even fuck sober
The backseat is my bedroom
So, you know what I got in them cupholders
You know what I got in them cupholders
Nah, I ain't talkin' bout club soda
Pocket full of that white girl
When I'm in the club, that's club soda
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Just bought a new crib and its spaces
Came with a swimming pool full of Grey Goose
And a few bitches in the basement (Uh)
I went to jail lookin' like Jaden (Uh)
But I came home lookin' like Damon
I'm finna name my first tour Rehab
'Cause a nigga still goin' through them stages (Ok)
The price of fame, I done paid it (Ho)
If it's money to be made, I'ma chase it (Ay)
I'm ballin', nigga, no agent (Ay)
Man, fuck the world with an ace dick
And, it don't pay to patient (Nah)
I put in work like a day shift
And put holes in your face like Jason
Nah, I don't miss, I been workin' on my aimin'
Nigga, I eyeball it, don't weigh it (Uh)
My team deep like the Wayans
I got a dance left in this wrist of mine
And for that white girl, I'ma save it (What up, baby?)
I'm just tryna be frank, like shameless
You niggas tryna be Frank off Shameless
Man, word to the homie Doug E. Fresh (Fresh)
Everybody love me like Raymond (Love me like Raymond)
Diamonds all black, I'm a racist (Racist)
Ciroc comin' in by the cases (Cases)
I got a fuckin' blowjob in the mornin'
And after random bullshit, I prolly' won't make it (Nah)
Back to my black diamond bracelets
I talk money and these fag niggas hate it
My last cut, I told 9Milly "Tape it"
I want mine now, nigga, fuck waitin'
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Fiendin' hard in that red thing (Ay)
Diamonds all on my necklace (Ay)
The inside be peanut butter
Which is complimentin' my red bitch (Uh)
Champagne by the case-load
Polo cheese by the outlet
She swallowed my dick 'bout an hour ago
And she ain't took it out of her mouth yet
Every time I hit the club, I walk around like I own it (Own it)
Ballin' out ain't nothin' to me
It's right up my alley, bowlin' (Bowlin')
Straight shots, straight shots
Where the fuck is my driver at? (Uh)
Rolex state of mind, bitch I ain't got no time for that
I wake up aired and go to sleep faded
Baby girl, I don't even fuck sober
The backseat is my bedroom
So, you know what I got in them cupholders
You know what I got in them cupholders
Nah, I ain't talkin' bout club soda
Pocket full of that white girl
When I'm in the club, that's club soda
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Man, nigga, I'm faded
Uh, and I'm off two cups of my favorite (Two cups of my favorite)
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin' (That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin')
I got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
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Writer(s): Roy Duckworth
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