Nun I'd Change
I-I—
Remember (Remember)
I-I—I-I'm working on dying
BNYX
Red Bottles up, know you gettin' slain (know you gettin' slain)
Red Bottles up, hundred mill' cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it (turnin' 'bout it)
Burn a mil' everyday, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up ('bout to boot up)
By the foot up, 'bout to take the Perc', baby, by the foot, uh
I just here been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
Fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Yeah)
I been gettin' fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), get high to the moon
I been fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), gettin' high to the moon, man
Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly)
Red Bottles up, know you gettin' slain
Red Bottles up, hundred mill' cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil' everyday, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
By the foot up, 'bout to take the Perc', baby, by the foot, uh
I just here been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
Remember (Remember)
I-I—I-I'm working on dying
BNYX
Red Bottles up, know you gettin' slain (know you gettin' slain)
Red Bottles up, hundred mill' cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it (turnin' 'bout it)
Burn a mil' everyday, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up ('bout to boot up)
By the foot up, 'bout to take the Perc', baby, by the foot, uh
I just here been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
Fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Yeah)
I been gettin' fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), get high to the moon
I been fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), gettin' high to the moon, man
Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly)
Red Bottles up, know you gettin' slain
Red Bottles up, hundred mill' cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil' everyday, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
By the foot up, 'bout to take the Perc', baby, by the foot, uh
I just here been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
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Writer(s): Reverb King, Larry Melvian
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