Head Doctor
(Keyz on the beat)
Oh, I
Fuck the money, cars, clothes, and the hoes, I just want your heart
When you leave, I be wanting know the distance, I hope you ain't far
Tryna buy you everything 'cause I'm guilty
You said that money came by scars
And if you needed me, I promise, I'll be around
And just like Muhammad Ali, I'm tryna go another round
And don't think them niggas like me, I'm tryna tell you, turn around
I see the emotion, I don't know what it is
If your love was a ocean, I'm divin' off the bridge
And I promise ain't no more bitches, in and out my crib, love
Told you that I won't force it
I told you, I'ma be honest
I told you, I'ma keep goin' 'til I put one in yo' stomach
Girl, you mine, no doubt
Can't no one else cuff you 'less you call the cops
Rolls Royce roll-up
Take you out Toyotas
Please, stay focused, your friends don't know us
Walk into the mansion with me, the penthouse tore up
Show me somethin' different once, I come from where there's no love
Where the sun don't shine and the grass don't grow
Where the dope gets sold and the baggiest clothes
Ten million hoes, you the one I chose
I just hope you don't leave me 'lone
Talkin' 'bout Lucci and Reginae
Biggie and Faith, shawty
Girl, I can barely think, come be my head doctor
I made them groupies feel special, that's my biggest problem
I'm that nail you're steppin' on, so I bought you red bottoms
Ayy, got them bucks up like I'm Jrue, only got fly for holidays
In the cell, I'm missin' you, but you keep askin' 'bout my case
But, girl, you gon' die you give my pussy away
Then, I lay right by you, smoke a 'Wood to the face
Please don't think 'bout selling your heart
'Cause I promise that it's worth like billions or more
Every second that we have, let's make it memorable
And every time that we shop, baby, we takin' the store
Oh, I
Fuck the money, cars, clothes, and the hoes, I just want your heart
When you leave, I be wantin' know the distance, I hope you ain't far
Tryna buy you everything 'cause I'm guilty
You said that money came by scars
And if you needed me, I promise, I'll be around
Lucci and Reginae
Biggie and Faith, shawty
Girl, I can barely think, come be my head doctor
Oh, I
Fuck the money, cars, clothes, and the hoes, I just want your heart
When you leave, I be wanting know the distance, I hope you ain't far
Tryna buy you everything 'cause I'm guilty
You said that money came by scars
And if you needed me, I promise, I'll be around
And just like Muhammad Ali, I'm tryna go another round
And don't think them niggas like me, I'm tryna tell you, turn around
I see the emotion, I don't know what it is
If your love was a ocean, I'm divin' off the bridge
And I promise ain't no more bitches, in and out my crib, love
Told you that I won't force it
I told you, I'ma be honest
I told you, I'ma keep goin' 'til I put one in yo' stomach
Girl, you mine, no doubt
Can't no one else cuff you 'less you call the cops
Rolls Royce roll-up
Take you out Toyotas
Please, stay focused, your friends don't know us
Walk into the mansion with me, the penthouse tore up
Show me somethin' different once, I come from where there's no love
Where the sun don't shine and the grass don't grow
Where the dope gets sold and the baggiest clothes
Ten million hoes, you the one I chose
I just hope you don't leave me 'lone
Talkin' 'bout Lucci and Reginae
Biggie and Faith, shawty
Girl, I can barely think, come be my head doctor
I made them groupies feel special, that's my biggest problem
I'm that nail you're steppin' on, so I bought you red bottoms
Ayy, got them bucks up like I'm Jrue, only got fly for holidays
In the cell, I'm missin' you, but you keep askin' 'bout my case
But, girl, you gon' die you give my pussy away
Then, I lay right by you, smoke a 'Wood to the face
Please don't think 'bout selling your heart
'Cause I promise that it's worth like billions or more
Every second that we have, let's make it memorable
And every time that we shop, baby, we takin' the store
Oh, I
Fuck the money, cars, clothes, and the hoes, I just want your heart
When you leave, I be wantin' know the distance, I hope you ain't far
Tryna buy you everything 'cause I'm guilty
You said that money came by scars
And if you needed me, I promise, I'll be around
Lucci and Reginae
Biggie and Faith, shawty
Girl, I can barely think, come be my head doctor
Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Nicholas Bosco, Aaron Nelson
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