Vogue
Risk it all, but I'm almost this close to a million
When you down the ground, it's a whole 'nother feeling
Need a lump sum put up for the both of my children
Niggas change everyday, you look close, it's revealing
I took a Percocet, mixed it with two cups of lean
Now I damn near feel close to the ceiling
Don't ask bout no bitch if you know that I hit her
10 bricks in the trunk, I done drove me a rental
I perfect my profession, your question rhetorical
Without no makeup, I swear she adorable
Space on the beat, and this shit get historical
If it don't involve money, no way that I'm showing up
No matter the weather, I stand in the cold
She so pretty, could be on the cover of Vogue
Some shit I experienced, never be shown
Put my trust all in God, can't do shit on my own
In Nike suit and Huaraches, she sucking me out the socket
Body beats, need a coffin
She fucking me, she exotic
Jamaica, we go vacation
Aruba, we in the tropics
I got the keys, like a locksmith
No DJ Khaled, I'm talking
Been feeling famous since August
I sit and laugh at the gossip
She catch the dick, like i lobbed it
She switch the fit, Dennis Rodman
Might switch the ship, gotta watch him
Might flip the clip, get him off me
I'm on the shrooms, like I'm Yoshi
I'm at the moon, if you watching
She out with friends ordering drinks
I had told her, relax I got it
Pull up on me when she need
Don't need keys, the location private
Go and hop on skis for a week
Come with me, I get bucks like Giannis
Real niggas around me, Wakanda
Too much paper stuffed in a binder
Plate to the top, ain't gone do no more starving
She caught in my web, I am not Peter Parker
I put my hand on her, she shaking like Parkinson's
Breaking her down, like some weed out the jar
She suck on my dick, like the vape with the cartridges
I bought some Chrome, 'cause it's pain in my heart
Ball with my son, like my name was Lavar
Tattoo my body, it's pain in my scars
Risk it all, but I'm almost this close to a million
When you down the ground, that's a whole 'nother feeling
Need a lump sum put up for the both of my children
Niggas change everyday, you look close, it's revealing
I took a Percocet, mixed it with two cups of lean
Now I damn near feel close to the ceiling
Don't ask bout no bitch, if you know that I hit her
10 bricks in the trunk, I done drove me a rental
I perfect my profession, your question rhetorical
Without no makeup, I swear she adorable
Space on the beat, and this shit get historical
If it don't involve money, no way that I'm showing up
No matter the weather, I stand in the cold
She so pretty, could be on the cover of Vogue
Some shit I experienced, never be shown
Put my trust all in God, can't do shit on my own
Wassup everybody
Wassup, I am starving
There is no if's and's or but's about it
There's no going home for me
I did not come all the way from little bitty Little Rock, Arkansas to get turned around and go home
That's not a option
I'm hella focused right now, 'cause
I want that title, I am gon' get that title
No plans
When you down the ground, it's a whole 'nother feeling
Need a lump sum put up for the both of my children
Niggas change everyday, you look close, it's revealing
I took a Percocet, mixed it with two cups of lean
Now I damn near feel close to the ceiling
Don't ask bout no bitch if you know that I hit her
10 bricks in the trunk, I done drove me a rental
I perfect my profession, your question rhetorical
Without no makeup, I swear she adorable
Space on the beat, and this shit get historical
If it don't involve money, no way that I'm showing up
No matter the weather, I stand in the cold
She so pretty, could be on the cover of Vogue
Some shit I experienced, never be shown
Put my trust all in God, can't do shit on my own
In Nike suit and Huaraches, she sucking me out the socket
Body beats, need a coffin
She fucking me, she exotic
Jamaica, we go vacation
Aruba, we in the tropics
I got the keys, like a locksmith
No DJ Khaled, I'm talking
Been feeling famous since August
I sit and laugh at the gossip
She catch the dick, like i lobbed it
She switch the fit, Dennis Rodman
Might switch the ship, gotta watch him
Might flip the clip, get him off me
I'm on the shrooms, like I'm Yoshi
I'm at the moon, if you watching
She out with friends ordering drinks
I had told her, relax I got it
Pull up on me when she need
Don't need keys, the location private
Go and hop on skis for a week
Come with me, I get bucks like Giannis
Real niggas around me, Wakanda
Too much paper stuffed in a binder
Plate to the top, ain't gone do no more starving
She caught in my web, I am not Peter Parker
I put my hand on her, she shaking like Parkinson's
Breaking her down, like some weed out the jar
She suck on my dick, like the vape with the cartridges
I bought some Chrome, 'cause it's pain in my heart
Ball with my son, like my name was Lavar
Tattoo my body, it's pain in my scars
Risk it all, but I'm almost this close to a million
When you down the ground, that's a whole 'nother feeling
Need a lump sum put up for the both of my children
Niggas change everyday, you look close, it's revealing
I took a Percocet, mixed it with two cups of lean
Now I damn near feel close to the ceiling
Don't ask bout no bitch, if you know that I hit her
10 bricks in the trunk, I done drove me a rental
I perfect my profession, your question rhetorical
Without no makeup, I swear she adorable
Space on the beat, and this shit get historical
If it don't involve money, no way that I'm showing up
No matter the weather, I stand in the cold
She so pretty, could be on the cover of Vogue
Some shit I experienced, never be shown
Put my trust all in God, can't do shit on my own
Wassup everybody
Wassup, I am starving
There is no if's and's or but's about it
There's no going home for me
I did not come all the way from little bitty Little Rock, Arkansas to get turned around and go home
That's not a option
I'm hella focused right now, 'cause
I want that title, I am gon' get that title
No plans
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton, Brandon Tyler, Jarvis Gardner
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