worth it

(Oh)

I gotta make sure every second worth it (worth it)
Pourin' up, I spilled some stuff, and I've been swervin' (swerwin')
Purple all on me, I don't pop no Perkys (Perkys)
She the baddest bitch on Earth, she might make you nervous
She like Givenchy, and double G, and Balenciaga purses
I gotta stay inside, bein' outside make me nervous (it make me)
I might lose my mind if I see another person
I've been gone, I've been gone

Don't answer my phone, yeah, she callin', say I'm playin' with her
How she mad at me? She got a man, but she ain't layin' with him
Why you even worried 'bout me? Be with your mans shawty, stop playin' with him
She say, "Lonely, why you treat me like that?" That's just who I am, baby
I can't help it, I'm that nigga, and I'm goin' ham, baby
I can't help, I get too high, you better call Cam, baby
I came a long way from scrapin' nothin', havin' to scam, baby
I get way too high, I'm elevatin'
Promethazine and Sprites, my medication

Every time I'm fresh, it make a statement
We take all the cash and blow it, ain't no savings
She take all that ass and throw it, you can't save her
We bought a whole bottle, bought a whole pint, we get paper
She been drankin', drankin', drankin' all night with no chaser
I been thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' 'bout that bitch, but I won't chase her (chase her)

Yeah, yeah, she's a real earthquaker
Every day she makin' money, she don't need a pay stub
I've been makin' waves, waves, waves, no vacation
That boy don't get paid, paid, paid, you better not say nun'
I've been goin' real, real crazy with the raver
Baby, I'm the plug, I've got way more weed than Jamaica (Jamaica, yeah)

I gotta make sure every second worth it
Pourin' up, I spilled some stuff, and I've been swervin'
Purple all on me, I don't pop no Perkys
She the baddest bitch on Earth, she might make you nervous
She like Givenchy, and double G, and Balenciaga purses
I gotta stay inside, bein' outside make me nervous
I might lose my mind if I see another person
I've been gone, I've been gone

Don't answer my phone, yeah, she callin', say I'm playin' with her
How she mad at me? She got a man, but she ain't layin' with him
Why you worried 'bout me? Be with your mans, or stop playin' with him
She say, "Lonely, why you treat me like that?" That's just who I am, baby
I can't help it, I'm that nigga, and I'm goin' ham, baby
I can't help, I get too high, you better call Cam, baby
I came a long way from scrapin' nothin', havin' to scam, baby
I get way too high, I'm elevatin'
Promethazine and Sprites, my medication



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Cade Blodgett, Thomas Ross, Corey Kerr, Cyrus Spurlock, Elijah Terry
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