High Demand

Like what you saying to me
I can't really understand
What you saying to me

Said it's really not the same
It's not the same to me
I can't really understand

Said I really am the the man
Bitch I'm really in demand

(I'm rocking high fashion!) (Die about it!)

Lose my mind I lose control but this not no rock and roll
Now you see me on the go
On my chain don't rock no gold
Remember hard days on the road

About to crash out I don't know
About to crash out I don't know
About to cash out I don't know

I'm on a cash route want some more
Yea I cannot be ignored
Doing these things that you ain't seen before

Throw up a hundred the band on the floor
Splurging like twenty that's all in the store
Hop in that ghost right out the door
Hop in that ghost right out the door

I got them racks on me don't panic
You don't want no smoke you don't want no static

Keep me a pole this shit gets tragic
My fit all black just like a bandit
I'll get you snapped just like some magic
In the srt this shit be dragging

Doing everything thing I said
Take it with me till the end
Said fuck them all don't play pretend
I'm breaking the bank yea I'm winning again

Tired of shit they saying
But I'm really not complaining
Raining blood the bullets rain
Yea Vetements tee I think I stained it
Ah shit I think I stained it

Like what you saying to me
I can't really understand
What you saying to me

Said it's really not the same
It's not the same to me
I can't really understand

Said I really am the the man
Bitch I'm really in demand

(I'm rocking high fashion!) (Die about it!)



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Velasquez
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