BOY MEETS WRLD

Yea
Tryna run it at my own damn pace
Not no Simon but she doin what I say so
Feel like Carti when she run round in my place
Winning for the money like I'm on a game show
Tryna run it at my own damn pace
Not no Simon but she doin what I say so
Feel like Carti when she run round in my place
Winning for the money like I'm on a game show

Got her fuckin' with some white boys, Malcolm in the Middle
I told her taste the rainbow, not talkin' bout no skittles
I told her get the cam, baby I just hit a triple
And they couldn't take me serious, so I made it official
So you better keep your lips locked
Keep on gettin pissed off
I would never be the type to blow up on the TikTok
Get some styles and then I mix match
Who you gettin pissed at?
Is it only cause I'm wishin' that I had my bitch back?
This my future job and don't you ever try to doubt it
Cause we gon see who's laughing when he make a hunnid thousand
It's funny how it started from chore money and allowance
Cause when they hear that melody they wonder how I found it

Just because they like the music doesn't mean they gotta like me
Made a couple hunnid rapping all over these type beats
And just because I'm happy now doesn't mean that I was last week
Hop up on the song just to run it like a track meet
Bitch!

Tryna run it at my own damn pace
Not no Simon but she doin what I say so
Feel like Carti when she run round in my place
Winning for the money like I'm on a game show
Tryna run it at my own damn pace
Not no Simon but she doin what I say so
Feel like Carti when she run round in my place
Winning for the money like I'm on a game show



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Beck
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