MESSAGE

Yea
Yea, yea
Yea
Uh, yea
(Yuh, yea-aa)
Yea
Yea, yea

I'ma go
In the ghost
I'm in the rarri or the rolls
I'm never sorry, I'm too cold
Another party on these hoes
And I been ballin' at the bank
I catch you callin' I won't pay no mind
And I won't ever fold
Bitch I'm too solid like a gold-piece
Bitches swear they know me
Don't know me like my OG's
They just wan' control me
They rats
Can't get hold of my cheese
I don't even know why they gon' talk up on me like I'm weak
Cause on the track
It's a murder homie
I'm talkin' third degree
Bitch it's a money splurge
I'm comin' first
And you won't see me
I'm too fast
200 on the dash
You can see the tires burn
Wanted my things finer
Now I take it as a sign or
Move on from that shit
Cause better things up in my binder (yea, yea)
I always knew in class
That I was different from the normals in the room
I knew had a future comin' up
That shit is coming soon
And now they lightyears behind
I'm chiefin' on the moon
And now she give me that mind
Then she gon' leave at noon
I pull up in her room
A dancin' demon
Like Duke Duece (yea)
I get 'em sick
Anemic
Every season
Got the juice
(Yeaa-a)
And I just got the sauce
At every cost
I got the two
Now I get what I want
The money talk
Like who are you
I pull guns are blazin'
Getting faded
Fuck the rules
Yea lil' bitch
I'm too cool
Make your friends wetter than a pool
I always been a star
I been a troop
Ain't nothing new
Now when she call me
Champagne Papi finna pick up too
And I aligned with all my Chakras
Now I'm fuckin' that bitch proper
Legs up in the air like choppers
She do tricks then I won't stop her
She a freak
But only when she fuck with me
I live a dream, I live my life in luxury
These girls in love with me
She said she had enough of me
My homies we be running deep
She boujee sipping bubbly
Think she too good to fuck with me
Then see me on the first page
Of her favorite magazine
Not sorry
Bitch I'm too great
It's everyday
Bitch I'm on a plane with a new model
Poppin' pussy
Popping bottles
Gotta put the whip on auto
But I'm pushing it full throttle
All my life, never been coddled
Fuck her good and make her waddle
Leave her thinking, Aristotle
I feel like Stephen Curry
Watch me murder from the three
You can catch me out on an island
Getting brain on the beach
It's all 'bout trophies and jerseys
I'm in a hurry
Winning spree
Shawty stay up on her knees
But she lame
I fall asleep
I came from Puerto Rico
Out to Las Vegas
Finding my place up in this world
Life's amazing
Just steady chasing my bag
I know they prayin' I fall
I know they saying I'm bad
I'm doing better than I ever been
And you still in last
I'm zooming faster than a Taladega night
Got my lil' princess with me
Like Disney
Put the bitch in ice
I know I fucked up in the past
I ain't gon' do it twice
Now I go run some on the track
Like I was Jerry Rice

Yea
Aye