Baby, What the F**k?
Yo, um, ALX
I don't really make beats like this
So, um, I tried it anyways I guess
All in my bag
While you down bad
I hit it one time
Then I go back to back
All of the sudden
You act like The Flash
Come zoomin' over asking
Man, can we go back
Like nah fuck that
I'm chasing the bag
If it ain't 'bout that money
Then don't call me back
I screen her call
Then she call me right back
I Murdered her number
Now I'm dressed in all black
Like
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
Went into hiding
I came back amazing
Shawty still wild
Continue to amaze me
I got to get rings
Like my name is Tom Brady
I got to get up
And stop being lazy
I'm chasing' the bag
Yeah I'm trapped in the race
We not that fast
So let's pick up the pace
I'm flowing' so good
And I drip like the ocean
Her brain so good
Yeah she need a promotion
Yeah I'm
Calling her phone
Cause I know that she home
She home alone
And I'm in the zone
Chasing the bag
And that's all there is
Don't got the time
But we can be friends
Baby what the fuck
Why you looking fine as fuck
Why you looking so fine
A ten out of ten
So I'm shooting dice
While on my approach
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
I don't really make beats like this
So, um, I tried it anyways I guess
All in my bag
While you down bad
I hit it one time
Then I go back to back
All of the sudden
You act like The Flash
Come zoomin' over asking
Man, can we go back
Like nah fuck that
I'm chasing the bag
If it ain't 'bout that money
Then don't call me back
I screen her call
Then she call me right back
I Murdered her number
Now I'm dressed in all black
Like
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
Went into hiding
I came back amazing
Shawty still wild
Continue to amaze me
I got to get rings
Like my name is Tom Brady
I got to get up
And stop being lazy
I'm chasing' the bag
Yeah I'm trapped in the race
We not that fast
So let's pick up the pace
I'm flowing' so good
And I drip like the ocean
Her brain so good
Yeah she need a promotion
Yeah I'm
Calling her phone
Cause I know that she home
She home alone
And I'm in the zone
Chasing the bag
And that's all there is
Don't got the time
But we can be friends
Baby what the fuck
Why you looking fine as fuck
Why you looking so fine
A ten out of ten
So I'm shooting dice
While on my approach
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I mean
Do you hate me
I been going insane
I mean
What the fuck
Baby
Credits
Writer(s): Roy Nicol Jr.
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