Wonderland High
I feel like im optimus back in my prime
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cant fuck with bitches and niggas they wasting my time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I rate her a 9, cuz she know I'm the 1, I'm gon' rate her a dime
I call up my brothers, you know they gon' slide
She said that she love me, I know she be lying
But I'm not top three, but I'm not top four
And I'm definitely not top fucking five
Call my brothers, they gon' slide
And you know they finna ride
You was never by my side
I'm tryna get money, you know what im on
Got your bitch in my crib, and she gon get it on
She keep calling my phone
But her friend call my phone
She won't leave me alone
And I hit him with the chrome
But I'm not talking heart
But she's just broke my heart
Yeah, she's just broke my heart
Yeah, she smoke out the carts
Yeah, she see I got money now
Now she want it now and I ain't tryna restart
I'm smoking so much Im on mars
I know I'm a boss, I'm a star
Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling like Lil Wayne
When I spit all these bars
Yeah, yeah, I just be so high when I'm popping these bars
Yeah, yeah, I just want some millions and a couple of cars
Yeah, yeah, I just started rapping, it's the best idea so far
I said it's my time now, she start crying now
She just took it too far
You said I'm a no one, now you noticing me
Yeah, yeah, you see I got money now
You wishing you got a piece
Yeah, yeah, you say that's your girlfriend
But she's all on her knees
Yeah, for me, yeah, she's all on her knees for me
She begging like please, yeah, you just gotta leave
Yeah, you play with my head, you play with my heart
This shit ain't gon' be good for me, yeah
We could've been chilling in Spain, in Spain
Riding on a jet ski, yeah
I just say fuck everyone else
It's gonna be you and me, yeah
You know that I keep it a hundred
I say fuck the problems, I'm not with the ruckus
Im ballin so hard and I'm getting some buckets
I got me some cash, you know I'm gon' stuff it
I stuff in my pants, I go to the party and make bitches dance
Im ballin so hard like it's gon' be my last
My mind in the future, you be in the past
I'm smoking gelato, you smokin on grass
She fuck with my head and she fuck with my plans
I got with her friend, now she chasing my manz
I'm not for the media, I'm not for the gram
I was 16 when I just touched a band
Yeah, we just kids, yeah, we go wonderland
I be so high, I be in wonderland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cant fuck with bitches and niggas they wasting my time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I rate her a 9, cuz she know I'm the 1, I'm gon' rate her a dime
I call up my brothers, you know they gon' slide
She said that she love me, I know she be lying
But I'm not top three, but I'm not top four
And I'm definitely not top fucking five
Call my brothers, they gon' slide
And you know they finna ride
You was never by my side
I'm tryna get money, you know what im on
Got your bitch in my crib, and she gon get it on
She keep calling my phone
But her friend call my phone
She won't leave me alone
And I hit him with the chrome
But I'm not talking heart
But she's just broke my heart
Yeah, she's just broke my heart
Yeah, she smoke out the carts
Yeah, she see I got money now
Now she want it now and I ain't tryna restart
I'm smoking so much Im on mars
I know I'm a boss, I'm a star
Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling like Lil Wayne
When I spit all these bars
Yeah, yeah, I just be so high when I'm popping these bars
Yeah, yeah, I just want some millions and a couple of cars
Yeah, yeah, I just started rapping, it's the best idea so far
I said it's my time now, she start crying now
She just took it too far
You said I'm a no one, now you noticing me
Yeah, yeah, you see I got money now
You wishing you got a piece
Yeah, yeah, you say that's your girlfriend
But she's all on her knees
Yeah, for me, yeah, she's all on her knees for me
She begging like please, yeah, you just gotta leave
Yeah, you play with my head, you play with my heart
This shit ain't gon' be good for me, yeah
We could've been chilling in Spain, in Spain
Riding on a jet ski, yeah
I just say fuck everyone else
It's gonna be you and me, yeah
You know that I keep it a hundred
I say fuck the problems, I'm not with the ruckus
Im ballin so hard and I'm getting some buckets
I got me some cash, you know I'm gon' stuff it
I stuff in my pants, I go to the party and make bitches dance
Im ballin so hard like it's gon' be my last
My mind in the future, you be in the past
I'm smoking gelato, you smokin on grass
She fuck with my head and she fuck with my plans
I got with her friend, now she chasing my manz
I'm not for the media, I'm not for the gram
I was 16 when I just touched a band
Yeah, we just kids, yeah, we go wonderland
I be so high, I be in wonderland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Darnell Wynter
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