Crazy
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some mistakes so I know why you hate me
But that ain't gonna stop me from calling you baby
My soul need a cleanse, only God can save me
You don't really want me so why don't you trade me, trade me off
I'm just tryna love you, but you keep on calling me soft
I'm blinded by love and it's making me sick, needa cough
Now I'm driving to green, t'd up on 'em just like its golf
Ain't nobody was helping find me when I was lost
Now watch how our music start feeding the streets
Our money went up
So watch your tone when mentioning me
Our views going up
So don't you reach out when we on tv
When we on tv
I thank you for not believing in me
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some mistakes so I know why you hate me
But that ain't gonna stop me from calling you baby
My soul need a cleanse, only God can save me
You don't really want me so why don't you trade me, trade me off
Smoke rapper weed so this wood made me cough
I tapped yo bitch in the back of a loft
He knew we ain't say nun that boy is so soft
Hear a lot of bark, but who dogs really gonna bite
Forgot what happened I was high as a kite
I ain't hit yet, but bitch I might
Finna be late for my damn flight
It's a pj so we aight
I don't know what to do yea
That girl she want me not you
You kinda look like a fool yea
I'm sorry you not that dude yea
I'm sorry you not that guy
Popped an eddy with my niggas promise lil nigga I ain't never been that damn high
Kinda felt like I could fly
I was gone, I was floating, I was trippin'
Shawties coming in through the day and night
Prolly look just like I'm pimpin'
Me and Stretchh like Jordan and Pippen
Double cup big wock I'm sippin'
Walk in that bitch, had a wet floor, but nigga I promise you won't catch me slipping
Need a wet sign cuz nigga I'm dripping
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some mistakes so I know why you hate me
But that ain't gonna stop me from calling you baby
My soul need a cleanse, only God can save me
You don't really want me so why don't you trade me, trade me off
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some mistakes so I know why you hate me
But that ain't gonna stop me from calling you baby
My soul need a cleanse, only God can save me
You don't really want me so why don't you trade me, trade me off
I'm just tryna love you, but you keep on calling me soft
I'm blinded by love and it's making me sick, needa cough
Now I'm driving to green, t'd up on 'em just like its golf
Ain't nobody was helping find me when I was lost
Now watch how our music start feeding the streets
Our money went up
So watch your tone when mentioning me
Our views going up
So don't you reach out when we on tv
When we on tv
I thank you for not believing in me
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some mistakes so I know why you hate me
But that ain't gonna stop me from calling you baby
My soul need a cleanse, only God can save me
You don't really want me so why don't you trade me, trade me off
Smoke rapper weed so this wood made me cough
I tapped yo bitch in the back of a loft
He knew we ain't say nun that boy is so soft
Hear a lot of bark, but who dogs really gonna bite
Forgot what happened I was high as a kite
I ain't hit yet, but bitch I might
Finna be late for my damn flight
It's a pj so we aight
I don't know what to do yea
That girl she want me not you
You kinda look like a fool yea
I'm sorry you not that dude yea
I'm sorry you not that guy
Popped an eddy with my niggas promise lil nigga I ain't never been that damn high
Kinda felt like I could fly
I was gone, I was floating, I was trippin'
Shawties coming in through the day and night
Prolly look just like I'm pimpin'
Me and Stretchh like Jordan and Pippen
Double cup big wock I'm sippin'
Walk in that bitch, had a wet floor, but nigga I promise you won't catch me slipping
Need a wet sign cuz nigga I'm dripping
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some mistakes so I know why you hate me
But that ain't gonna stop me from calling you baby
My soul need a cleanse, only God can save me
You don't really want me so why don't you trade me, trade me off
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Owens
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