Turn Off The Radio (Acappella)

You'll always stay there, gotta take your picture off my screen
Now that I'm alone
'Cause I don't need memories of you all on my phone

Why you always wanna go and talk about my old -?
Why you gotta take it there, places that we don't go?
You know things about me everybody doesn't know (don't know)
Don't you know my money's unfair?

I hope you hear me clearly, hope you feelin' me (feelin' me)
Dapper Dan, that shit be Gucci on my sleeve (woo)
I'm facin' all my fears, I'm facin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
I'm higher than a -, we smokin' mad dope (smokin' mad dope, shh)

What the - is that sound? (That sound)
Even when she walk, it make a clap sound (ah, clap sound)
If we don't see nobody, we spin back 'round
Brought the MAC out, everybody sat down (ah)

Why you wanna always go and bring up all my old -?
Girl, you know my body, stop actin' like you don't know
You know everything (you know everything)
She want weddin' bands for rings (give you a weddin' ring)

Way she throw it back, she make it ricochet (woo)
Where you goin'? I wanna see you every day, yeah
Let a - ever try to take my chain (huh?)
Might get in my bag before he get away

I brought the MAC out, everybody sat down (sat down)
Hit it from the back, she makin' clap sounds
I'm so sick of all these love songs
But I cannot turn off the radio

Why we always gotta go and talk about my old -?
Why we gotta take it there, places that we don't go? (Don't go)
You know better, stop actin' like you don't know (don't)
Don't you know my money's unfair? (Not fair)

Where you been? Switchin' up locations on me daily
You the one that changed, told you not to call me "Boogie", only call me "Baby"
Say my name like you really care-care, but you don't and it's alright
- it, I'ma be a fly - forever

When you with your girls, I swear you feelin' yourself (oh-oh)
And then when I'm with the fellas, you be actin' jealous, so jealous (oh-oh)
I left in a Wraith, then I came back home in a Bentley (oh-oh)
With glitter on my face, askin' mad questions already (oh-oh)

Baby, don't be fake, if you love me, just say you love me (oh-oh)
You know you're my baby (oh), know you're my territory (oh, ah)
Around the Yankee Stadium, yeah, that's my territory (ah)
I got it on my chain, paid like 180 somethin' for it (nah, nah)
All my - crazy, I swear, they would kill you for it
You tell me I'm crazy, but you probably love me for it

Why you always gotta go and talk about my old -?
Why we gotta take it there, places that we don't go?
You know - about me, everybody doesn't know
Girl, you know my money's unfair



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Daniel Deleyto, Matthew Spatola, Damil Coste, Joseph Zoumboulias, Artist J. Dubose, Sean Hill, Mikkel Eriksen, Shaffer Smith, Tor Erik Hermansen, Nathan Moran Butler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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