Marilyn Monroe

I was just lowkey but now I'm popping
Music sounding crazy when they telling you you popping
Cant be moving lazy, I got Ms I wanna profit
Whole team pushing VWay, no other option
How you gon' stand next to me if you ain't got no guala?
I'll be whipping Rolls Royce while you whip Impala
Said you got some problems baby I said I can solve 'em
Said you need a dollar baby I said I could find one

Whole team moving
Whole team been getting money
Chauffeur driver they gon' drive us when its sunny
Uber to the crib, put some shit up in your tummy
Tattoo on your ribs, I cant go out like no dummy
Only ice cold for my wrist
Im in love wit it
White toes on my bitch
And she stuck with it
Rick Owens on my fit
In the cut wit it
Voltaire nigga getting lit
From my soul wit it

Ain't you hear the shit that I been making going crazy?
Drugs the only thing that make me happy on the daily
She just hit my phone and said she's tryna have my baby
Had to tell her I don't even know if Imma be here when it's over
Here to bring you closure
See you with some alcohol I never see you sober
All she say is pretty please baby
She gon' get that
I'm in the back of the show she's tryna fuck me on the sofa
She ain't even know that her best friend was tryna hit that
I see her around me and her and I say get back
Only moving forward can't be worried bout no setback
You don't trust me I just said that
But really Im the man of the year

Hell yeah, now Im buying shit up if I want to
VWay or NoWay, I said
VWay or NoWay

I was just lowkey but now I'm popping
Music sounding crazy when they telling you you popping
Cant be moving lazy, I got Ms I wanna profit
Whole team pushing VWay, no other option
How you gon' stand next to me if you ain't got no guala?
I'll be whipping Rolls Royce while you whip Impala
Said you got some problems baby I said I can solve 'em
Said you need a dollar baby I said I could find one

Why we doing all this back and forth, we in the house
You said you want better things, I could show you how
You be throwing that shit way back, fucking up your blouse
Imma be involved until you say you don't want no involvement
Peachtree, Marilyn Monroe
You could call me if the need be, I won't leave you 'lone
Remember days where I aint have these Balenciaga runners
On my feet bitch
Engineer been blowing up my phone, yeah that's Mac babe

What's the point of me getting you this ticket
If you aint gon' stay here?
I like me some company, I want you to lay here
Been blowing my phone, tryna get her wet
She don't play fair
She get classy too when I put that vest on, she got manners
Manager hit my phone said we got money on the planner
If I hit the club lil baby will you be my dancer?
Treat you how I know you need to be treated, don't mean treat you well
I see the way you top me off, your brain must come from Yale

Its crazy seeing all the pictures you been sending me through the mail
Thought it was a dream I woke up baby you were still there



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Writer(s): Timothy Voltaire
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