Before the EP I Just Wanted To Say...
She like Esme why you so rude
Why you never call me
Why you never in the mood
I'm tryna come by
And see yo ass
To see how you doing
I'm doing good
I'm stacking my cash
I'm making my moves
Addicted to winning
I can never ever lose
In the trap I'm stacking my chips
And split with the crew
Hit my line
And give me some head
Let's see how you do it
Yeah I know niggas who stay with the tools
Them niggas be screwing
Niggas is fake but we can't tell like who is you fooling
I keep seeing angels in my motherfucking room
I see all these witches tryna ride my fucking broom
I hop in the suv I press the button then I zoom
I keep running bags bro I just pray I don't make the news
Golden child they can never take my luck
Pour it out all that liquor in my cup
I want millies like I playing for the bucks
Watch yo step my nigga g he keep tucked
Your love
So special
So long
Don't have impress you
Going up
I'm going mental
We were twisted
Like pretzels
I been feeling lifted
I been feeling like myself
Know dudes that owe me
Keep them favors on the shelf
I roll by my lonely
Give a fuck bout no one else
To be who I am today
I had to take that L
Tough times me and G had to get through
Whole time you not here when I need you
Switched sides on me but I see you
Still ride low-key I can't risk moves
Why you never call me
Why you never in the mood
I'm tryna come by
And see yo ass
To see how you doing
I'm doing good
I'm stacking my cash
I'm making my moves
Addicted to winning
I can never ever lose
In the trap I'm stacking my chips
And split with the crew
Hit my line
And give me some head
Let's see how you do it
Yeah I know niggas who stay with the tools
Them niggas be screwing
Niggas is fake but we can't tell like who is you fooling
I keep seeing angels in my motherfucking room
I see all these witches tryna ride my fucking broom
I hop in the suv I press the button then I zoom
I keep running bags bro I just pray I don't make the news
Golden child they can never take my luck
Pour it out all that liquor in my cup
I want millies like I playing for the bucks
Watch yo step my nigga g he keep tucked
Your love
So special
So long
Don't have impress you
Going up
I'm going mental
We were twisted
Like pretzels
I been feeling lifted
I been feeling like myself
Know dudes that owe me
Keep them favors on the shelf
I roll by my lonely
Give a fuck bout no one else
To be who I am today
I had to take that L
Tough times me and G had to get through
Whole time you not here when I need you
Switched sides on me but I see you
Still ride low-key I can't risk moves
Credits
Writer(s): Esmeraldo Machado
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