PlayStation (feat. Buddy)
Flying out frequently, constantly traveling
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around, I get around (yeah)
London, then Paris, Africa, Italy
Racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around
Would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Tell me, would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Yeah, I'm just tryna get these commas little bit
You think I don't miss my mom a little bit?
I know I've been fucking up a little bit
At least when I come back, I'm coming back rich
People I wanna take, but I can't take all 'em
I don't wanna be on the Internet fake ballin'
Rolling Stone roamin' charges on my phone callin'
Money young, but I'm rappin' 'til I'm Weezy like I'm from New Orleans
She don't understand the shit it takes, I'm goin' all in
She just see the CC's and the VV's on the bra's, man
You cannot compare your success to other people's success
'Cause you just gonna end up stressed, baby
You know I'd rather be sitting and seein' your face
I got puff and a tour on the way
It's a labor of love, I'm a slave
When I can't fuck with you, shit is lame
Flying out frequently, constantly traveling
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around (yeah), I get around (yeah)
London, then Paris, Africa, Italy
Racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around
Would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around, I get around (yeah)
London, then Paris, Africa, Italy
Racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around
Would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Tell me, would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Yeah, I'm just tryna get these commas little bit
You think I don't miss my mom a little bit?
I know I've been fucking up a little bit
At least when I come back, I'm coming back rich
People I wanna take, but I can't take all 'em
I don't wanna be on the Internet fake ballin'
Rolling Stone roamin' charges on my phone callin'
Money young, but I'm rappin' 'til I'm Weezy like I'm from New Orleans
She don't understand the shit it takes, I'm goin' all in
She just see the CC's and the VV's on the bra's, man
You cannot compare your success to other people's success
'Cause you just gonna end up stressed, baby
You know I'd rather be sitting and seein' your face
I got puff and a tour on the way
It's a labor of love, I'm a slave
When I can't fuck with you, shit is lame
Flying out frequently, constantly traveling
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around (yeah), I get around (yeah)
London, then Paris, Africa, Italy
Racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around
Would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Would you love me (yeah)
While I'm suffering?
Credits
Writer(s): Ramon Jr. Ibanga, Simmie Sims, Akeem Douglas Hayes
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