Glp
Yeah, yeah
Talk it up, I want a confession let it out
Talking like you wit it, but don't really know about
I get all the money baby you should close your mouth
You don't really want me just looking for the mother fucking Prada
Yeah Gucci, Louis, Prada
Acting like you with me always looking for a mother fucking dollar
You want Dolce & Gabbana
Go and steal somebody else's heart
Man I though you really had my back
(Damn)
But now I know the truth, you really whack
Acting like a big dog rolling
Show me what your holding
Now try and cop an atty with me
Cuz I was all about you
Really getting into
Having steady company
Yeah, you was hella fun to me
But now I gotta get my head in the game
I wont let you use me
(No I wont let you)
I see that you cant afford to lose me
But baby I can lose you
I can afford to do a lot of things
But baby yeah you not one of em'
Fuck em' I don't love em'
Flick it like a joystick, right before I fuck em'
I don't got no room for no feeling
Hit it then I leave it
I think there's a problem with me
They just looking for the Prada
Yeah, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Acting like you with me, I ain't giving you a mother fucking dollar
You want Dolce & Gabbana
I got nothing
For you nothing
How can I correct, what's already in the past
I'm just trying to build a better fence
A better path, away from you
But I still want to know, so tell me
All these people talking, steady talking on my name
Get the clip reload it, ain't no messing with my gang
Call it UPS, how we hit you same day
They keep trying to test me but Im staying in my lane
I been trying to keep it 100
But they just try and test me
They wanna impress me
Stay trying to correct me
I don't know
What I need to do yeah
Stay more diligent, or pray more innocent
Cant trust anything
Or anyone around me
Think I learned my lesson
Just from being round' you
But I still want to know
Talk it up, I want a confession let it out
Talking like you wit it, but don't really know about
I get all the money baby you should close your mouth
You don't really want me just looking for the mother fucking Prada
Yeah Gucci, Louis, Prada
Acting like you with me always looking for a mother fucking dollar
You want Dolce & Gabbana
Go and steal somebody else's heart
Talk it up, I want a confession let it out
Talking like you wit it, but don't really know about
I get all the money baby you should close your mouth
You don't really want me just looking for the mother fucking Prada
Yeah Gucci, Louis, Prada
Acting like you with me always looking for a mother fucking dollar
You want Dolce & Gabbana
Go and steal somebody else's heart
Man I though you really had my back
(Damn)
But now I know the truth, you really whack
Acting like a big dog rolling
Show me what your holding
Now try and cop an atty with me
Cuz I was all about you
Really getting into
Having steady company
Yeah, you was hella fun to me
But now I gotta get my head in the game
I wont let you use me
(No I wont let you)
I see that you cant afford to lose me
But baby I can lose you
I can afford to do a lot of things
But baby yeah you not one of em'
Fuck em' I don't love em'
Flick it like a joystick, right before I fuck em'
I don't got no room for no feeling
Hit it then I leave it
I think there's a problem with me
They just looking for the Prada
Yeah, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Acting like you with me, I ain't giving you a mother fucking dollar
You want Dolce & Gabbana
I got nothing
For you nothing
How can I correct, what's already in the past
I'm just trying to build a better fence
A better path, away from you
But I still want to know, so tell me
All these people talking, steady talking on my name
Get the clip reload it, ain't no messing with my gang
Call it UPS, how we hit you same day
They keep trying to test me but Im staying in my lane
I been trying to keep it 100
But they just try and test me
They wanna impress me
Stay trying to correct me
I don't know
What I need to do yeah
Stay more diligent, or pray more innocent
Cant trust anything
Or anyone around me
Think I learned my lesson
Just from being round' you
But I still want to know
Talk it up, I want a confession let it out
Talking like you wit it, but don't really know about
I get all the money baby you should close your mouth
You don't really want me just looking for the mother fucking Prada
Yeah Gucci, Louis, Prada
Acting like you with me always looking for a mother fucking dollar
You want Dolce & Gabbana
Go and steal somebody else's heart
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Writer(s): Cole Rivenbark
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