Better With Time
Why they tryna hit when I been fuckin' for months
Shit we flyin' in, got the trunk in the front
Asked for the digits, the number is one
Said I know what they on, they gon' come as they come
Big body, big body
Only car that we come into bumper to bump
Want what she on, and month after month
She ain't snort it no more, but she gummin' it up
And I want what she on, I want what she on
I promise I'll get it the first of the month
Pray I get on, man, I pray I get on
And when I get it, I'ma climb to the top
Baby call me, she just always on me
She just like to party, I just tell her I'm tired
Ain't never trippin' if she hit me
If she out with Whitney, I know they be snortin' them lines
Plug ain't ever do no shortin'
He know it's important,
I know we ain't missin' a dime
Never worried about position, said I'm bout precision
If I'm gettin' money, it's mine
Heard how we spittin, I ain't like the others
I promise my brothers get better with time
Ain't gotta act, girl, I promise I'm that
And I swear to God I ain't no regular guy
Swear to God I ain't no regular guy
Call me at three, that's her regular time
Want me to meet her at four, I tell her for sure
And we have a hell of a time
Way before I was the boy, I was sleepin' on floors
And now the whip leather inside
She get what she want from the store
Cause she fuck like a whore, I tell her the pleasure is mine
Now way before we get into this,
I promise I do it, this shit be way deeper than music
Baby start actin' a little foolish,
So I got me a new bitch and she give me head like I'm stupid
My baby don't like to be wrong
She wearin' Dolce & Gabbana, don't fuck with Vlone
New bitch can't handle her own
And she let me do shit, you told me I couldn't before
Way before we get into this, I promise I do it
This tat show it's deeper than music
Back in our bags and the drought never lasts
And I ain't gotta ask, give me head like a student
She know I can never be wrong, know what I'm on
Steppin' in Louis Vuitton, no, I won't answer my phone
Busy doin' shit, you told me I couldn't before
With or without you, I'm good on my own
Foot on they neck, got our foot in the door
Look how we've grown, love to doubt you
Go and talk about you, they get put in a song
Promise I just need a reason, I've been with the Cheeze and
We just tryna even the odds
No shit ain't ever been easy, she be way too needy
Expect me to be there on time
I tell her if she want then just leave me
She look back all beady, like boy, ain't you think that I tried
How you gon' tell me I'm needy? Like baby, it's easy
Just look at this shit that I buy
The Louis, the Gucci, the Yeezy
She make it look easy to go blow a bag on my dime
Always be yellin' and screamin' like I'm not the reason
That she gettin' better with time
Now way before we get into this,
I promise I do it, this shit be way deeper than music
Baby start actin' a little foolish,
So I got me a new bitch and she give me head like I'm stupid
My baby don't like to be wrong
She wearin' Dolce & Gabbana, don't fuck with Vlone
New bitch can't handle her own
And she let me do shit, you told me I couldn't before
Way before we get into this, I promise I do it
This tat show it's deeper than music
Back in our bags and the drought never lasts
And I ain't gotta ask, give me head like a student
She know I can never be wrong, know what I'm on
Steppin' in Louis Vuitton, no, I won't answer my phone
Busy doin' shit, you told me I couldn't before
Shit we flyin' in, got the trunk in the front
Asked for the digits, the number is one
Said I know what they on, they gon' come as they come
Big body, big body
Only car that we come into bumper to bump
Want what she on, and month after month
She ain't snort it no more, but she gummin' it up
And I want what she on, I want what she on
I promise I'll get it the first of the month
Pray I get on, man, I pray I get on
And when I get it, I'ma climb to the top
Baby call me, she just always on me
She just like to party, I just tell her I'm tired
Ain't never trippin' if she hit me
If she out with Whitney, I know they be snortin' them lines
Plug ain't ever do no shortin'
He know it's important,
I know we ain't missin' a dime
Never worried about position, said I'm bout precision
If I'm gettin' money, it's mine
Heard how we spittin, I ain't like the others
I promise my brothers get better with time
Ain't gotta act, girl, I promise I'm that
And I swear to God I ain't no regular guy
Swear to God I ain't no regular guy
Call me at three, that's her regular time
Want me to meet her at four, I tell her for sure
And we have a hell of a time
Way before I was the boy, I was sleepin' on floors
And now the whip leather inside
She get what she want from the store
Cause she fuck like a whore, I tell her the pleasure is mine
Now way before we get into this,
I promise I do it, this shit be way deeper than music
Baby start actin' a little foolish,
So I got me a new bitch and she give me head like I'm stupid
My baby don't like to be wrong
She wearin' Dolce & Gabbana, don't fuck with Vlone
New bitch can't handle her own
And she let me do shit, you told me I couldn't before
Way before we get into this, I promise I do it
This tat show it's deeper than music
Back in our bags and the drought never lasts
And I ain't gotta ask, give me head like a student
She know I can never be wrong, know what I'm on
Steppin' in Louis Vuitton, no, I won't answer my phone
Busy doin' shit, you told me I couldn't before
With or without you, I'm good on my own
Foot on they neck, got our foot in the door
Look how we've grown, love to doubt you
Go and talk about you, they get put in a song
Promise I just need a reason, I've been with the Cheeze and
We just tryna even the odds
No shit ain't ever been easy, she be way too needy
Expect me to be there on time
I tell her if she want then just leave me
She look back all beady, like boy, ain't you think that I tried
How you gon' tell me I'm needy? Like baby, it's easy
Just look at this shit that I buy
The Louis, the Gucci, the Yeezy
She make it look easy to go blow a bag on my dime
Always be yellin' and screamin' like I'm not the reason
That she gettin' better with time
Now way before we get into this,
I promise I do it, this shit be way deeper than music
Baby start actin' a little foolish,
So I got me a new bitch and she give me head like I'm stupid
My baby don't like to be wrong
She wearin' Dolce & Gabbana, don't fuck with Vlone
New bitch can't handle her own
And she let me do shit, you told me I couldn't before
Way before we get into this, I promise I do it
This tat show it's deeper than music
Back in our bags and the drought never lasts
And I ain't gotta ask, give me head like a student
She know I can never be wrong, know what I'm on
Steppin' in Louis Vuitton, no, I won't answer my phone
Busy doin' shit, you told me I couldn't before
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Writer(s): Jacob Bouchard
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