$Ain't$ & $Inner$
Y'all been a little bit weird just lately
If you ever want me to stop just make me
I been tryna do this shit on the daily
Love me or hate me, no maybe
Now I'm on a run and my feet won't fail me
Drivin the boat now the bitch go sailing
Try to make it rain and the shit start hailing
Stick around for the grand unveiling
I just got sick of ridin shotgun
Now they all want a hit coz I got one
Boutta go tom cruise go top gun
Start to hate what you love if it's not fun
Yeah it's not fun no more
See me in that Gucci see me in Dior
Boutta buy the whole damn store
Shake a bitch right to the core
Ever since way back
All I ever thot about was money so I make that
Tryna get a face tatt
Told my mama that I want it and she hate that
And I want some chains on my neck
And the bag and the bands and the check
And I'm boutta get em in a sec
Boutta get it all on deck
Ash out the window when she smoke that blunt
Ass so big you can see it from the front
Feet up on the dash like Bonnie on the run
Clyde dick her deep and I crash when I'm done
I be on the grind just to find more time
I don't got the time to support my grind
Workin 9 to 5 should've worked just fine
But it's not enough and I'm out my mind
Yall been a little bit weird just lately
If you ever want me to stop just make me
I been tryna do this shit on the daily
Love me or hate me, no maybe
Now I'm on a run and my feet won't fail me
Drivin the boat now the bitch go sailing
Try to make it rain and the shit start hailing
Stick around for the grand unveiling
If you ever want me to stop just make me
I been tryna do this shit on the daily
Love me or hate me, no maybe
Now I'm on a run and my feet won't fail me
Drivin the boat now the bitch go sailing
Try to make it rain and the shit start hailing
Stick around for the grand unveiling
I just got sick of ridin shotgun
Now they all want a hit coz I got one
Boutta go tom cruise go top gun
Start to hate what you love if it's not fun
Yeah it's not fun no more
See me in that Gucci see me in Dior
Boutta buy the whole damn store
Shake a bitch right to the core
Ever since way back
All I ever thot about was money so I make that
Tryna get a face tatt
Told my mama that I want it and she hate that
And I want some chains on my neck
And the bag and the bands and the check
And I'm boutta get em in a sec
Boutta get it all on deck
Ash out the window when she smoke that blunt
Ass so big you can see it from the front
Feet up on the dash like Bonnie on the run
Clyde dick her deep and I crash when I'm done
I be on the grind just to find more time
I don't got the time to support my grind
Workin 9 to 5 should've worked just fine
But it's not enough and I'm out my mind
Yall been a little bit weird just lately
If you ever want me to stop just make me
I been tryna do this shit on the daily
Love me or hate me, no maybe
Now I'm on a run and my feet won't fail me
Drivin the boat now the bitch go sailing
Try to make it rain and the shit start hailing
Stick around for the grand unveiling
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lowe
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