highschool
(Hey Glumboy)
(Money keeps going up)
(You have no heart)
(Damn it, Luna)
I've been kickin' shit like it was soccer
Bitch, I knew you would pull up here when I made it
Man, it's so crazy
Please don't step on my Balenciagas
Step up in a function
You gon' think that I'm a model
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
Pour up, codeine in my soda
When I blow up, I'll act like I don't know ya
Makin' all this money
What's the point of me not showing?
And the clique, glowin' up, yea we glowin' right now
Shawty wanna fuck, so I told her "Pipe down"
And, the money kept on counting, you can tell by the sound
Throw some money on the floor
All you niggas throwin' fits
Makin' guala while yo' ego getting damaged
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
(Money keeps going up)
(You have no heart)
(Damn it, Luna)
I've been kickin' shit like it was soccer
Bitch, I knew you would pull up here when I made it
Man, it's so crazy
Please don't step on my Balenciagas
Step up in a function
You gon' think that I'm a model
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
Pour up, codeine in my soda
When I blow up, I'll act like I don't know ya
Makin' all this money
What's the point of me not showing?
And the clique, glowin' up, yea we glowin' right now
Shawty wanna fuck, so I told her "Pipe down"
And, the money kept on counting, you can tell by the sound
Throw some money on the floor
All you niggas throwin' fits
Makin' guala while yo' ego getting damaged
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
15, but my bands not up on no highschool shit
Sorry, I get bored and I say bye too quick
I can't worry bout commitment
Got a life to live
Don't worry bout yo' wifey
Yeah, she's in my crib
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Writer(s): Jayden Yen Dumont
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