Songslikethis
Wait a minute, baby, it's still your life
I was just your favorite part of it
She said it turns her on when my song's like this
Had to make some songs that sound like this
I hate I had to leave you back in Michigan
But I was running up my racks, so I can't think 'bout that
I was tryna get a bag, so we could eat out here
I buy her whatever she ask for
Still, I keep my hoes on standby
In case this shit don't go right
You seem like the type who might take her time with me
Even if you don't shit, it's okay
Drop a ping, I'm sliding on yo' location
Venus and Serena, matching tennis bracelets
Diamonds dancing ballet
Diamonds on me, dancing like the ballet
I got so much on me, I can't even trust the valet
Even the nigga I let live with me snaked me
That's why I gotta ride with it on the daily
I'll play it crazy
If you put yo' hands up, that's gon' be a man down
Either Punta or Aruba, her feet in the sand now
All she want is lululemon and some Cartier now
Wait a minute, baby, it's still your life
But I was just your favorite part of it
She said it turns her on when my song's like this
So I had to make some songs that's gon' sound like this
I hate I had to leave you back in Michigan
And now she calls my phone every time she lit
(She got my phone ringing)
Now she on my phone
Chrome Hearts, Cartier lenses and Chanel bags
Just a couple things that you ain't seen before you had me
All my diamonds do the Billie Jean, this ain't no rap cap
I like Amiri still do Ksubi jeans when I shop at Saks
My type of hoes like first class, your type of hoes like cashapps
You ain't never had a dimly lit dinner with a princess
Yo' diamond cuts is princess, my double cups on Prince, bitch
We played some purple rain fresh off the plane and had some rich sex
Don't forget, they call the boy Eros
The club or the church and they gon' stick to me like Velcro
You still sip Belaire rose, robbed an opp on Melrose
In middle school I had Prada, never wore no shelltoes
And I say, "Baby, wait a minute, it's still your world
You know you gon' be spoiled, I can adore and afford you"
Money handsome, so my bitch is adorable
(Wait a minute, baby, it's still your life)
I was just your favorite part of it
She said it turns her on when my song's like this
Had to make some songs that sound like this
I hate I had to leave you back in Michigan
But I was running up my racks, so I can't think 'bout that
I was tryna get a bag, so we could eat out here
I buy her whatever she ask for
Still, I keep my hoes on standby
In case this shit don't go right
You seem like the type who might take her time with me
Even if you don't shit, it's okay
Drop a ping, I'm sliding on yo' location
Venus and Serena, matching tennis bracelets
Diamonds dancing ballet
Diamonds on me, dancing like the ballet
I got so much on me, I can't even trust the valet
Even the nigga I let live with me snaked me
That's why I gotta ride with it on the daily
I'll play it crazy
If you put yo' hands up, that's gon' be a man down
Either Punta or Aruba, her feet in the sand now
All she want is lululemon and some Cartier now
Wait a minute, baby, it's still your life
But I was just your favorite part of it
She said it turns her on when my song's like this
So I had to make some songs that's gon' sound like this
I hate I had to leave you back in Michigan
And now she calls my phone every time she lit
(She got my phone ringing)
Now she on my phone
Chrome Hearts, Cartier lenses and Chanel bags
Just a couple things that you ain't seen before you had me
All my diamonds do the Billie Jean, this ain't no rap cap
I like Amiri still do Ksubi jeans when I shop at Saks
My type of hoes like first class, your type of hoes like cashapps
You ain't never had a dimly lit dinner with a princess
Yo' diamond cuts is princess, my double cups on Prince, bitch
We played some purple rain fresh off the plane and had some rich sex
Don't forget, they call the boy Eros
The club or the church and they gon' stick to me like Velcro
You still sip Belaire rose, robbed an opp on Melrose
In middle school I had Prada, never wore no shelltoes
And I say, "Baby, wait a minute, it's still your world
You know you gon' be spoiled, I can adore and afford you"
Money handsome, so my bitch is adorable
(Wait a minute, baby, it's still your life)
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Reed
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