Better (feat. M.A. Da Pilot)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I bet this money'll make it better (make it better, ay)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make you better (Make you better)
I bet two girls'll make you better (Make you better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
Designer clothes, Gucci sweaters (Look at my wrist)
She disrespecting and you let her (Yuh yuh)
She off the leash, you should catch her (Yeah)
White Porsche call that mother fucker Kesha
You ain't got no gas like a mother fucking Tesla
Put that thing in sport, watch it go to work (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, fuck her like a whore (Yeah, yeah)
Loving on these hoes that's a no go (Yeah)
44 in the bag that's a Goyard (Yeah)
Got a bitch she bad in my front yard (Yeah)
With a Ms. Parker booty, god damn it's looking juicy (Yeah, yeah)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I bet this money'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make you better (Make you better, ay)
I bet two girls'll make you better
Make you better
I just copped the new Barretta
I know some hoes that call me Hefner
I had to focus where I'm stepping
While I'm sneaking fucking at your crib
Your momma say I'm special
DJ turn it up quick, I heard they bluffing in my presence
Heard they love the feng shui, that hammer swinging through my section
Hit that Zaza reconnect, we in the clouds I freed your bitch
I'm in the ship, a prophet in the flesh
Can't focus on you bitches
Can't rid these hoes, love the way she work that pole though
Fuck her life up, that Avion that Coco
She hit that Casa Amigos, she a freak now grab that Go-Pro
She hit that blade on pilot, need it private drugs on slow-mo, I
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I bet this money'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make you better (Make you better, ay)
I bet two girls'll make you better
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I bet this money'll make it better (make it better, ay)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make you better (Make you better)
I bet two girls'll make you better (Make you better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
Designer clothes, Gucci sweaters (Look at my wrist)
She disrespecting and you let her (Yuh yuh)
She off the leash, you should catch her (Yeah)
White Porsche call that mother fucker Kesha
You ain't got no gas like a mother fucking Tesla
Put that thing in sport, watch it go to work (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, fuck her like a whore (Yeah, yeah)
Loving on these hoes that's a no go (Yeah)
44 in the bag that's a Goyard (Yeah)
Got a bitch she bad in my front yard (Yeah)
With a Ms. Parker booty, god damn it's looking juicy (Yeah, yeah)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I bet this money'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make you better (Make you better, ay)
I bet two girls'll make you better
Make you better
I just copped the new Barretta
I know some hoes that call me Hefner
I had to focus where I'm stepping
While I'm sneaking fucking at your crib
Your momma say I'm special
DJ turn it up quick, I heard they bluffing in my presence
Heard they love the feng shui, that hammer swinging through my section
Hit that Zaza reconnect, we in the clouds I freed your bitch
I'm in the ship, a prophet in the flesh
Can't focus on you bitches
Can't rid these hoes, love the way she work that pole though
Fuck her life up, that Avion that Coco
She hit that Casa Amigos, she a freak now grab that Go-Pro
She hit that blade on pilot, need it private drugs on slow-mo, I
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I bet this money'll make it better (Make it better, ay)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I just want what make it better (Make it better)
I bet these drugs'll make you better (Make you better, ay)
I bet two girls'll make you better
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Mcclain
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