wanna try
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Is it hard to see?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Is it hard to see?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me
Posted at my crib, I'm doin' way to much shit
Baby fuck wit' me because she know I'm legit
Baby trynna catch me when I pull out the crib
Certain things that matter when you're makin' it big
Goin' up a hundred miles an hour in the coupe, yeah
Fuck the money I just want the power in this booth, yeah yeah
Girl you always shower me with praises, I hate it, 'cause I been goin up and everybody turned the fakest
Money on my mind it make me simple, I think about it
All the time you left me out in Limbo, I hate you for it
Can't believe you fuckin' up my mental, it's pain wit' out it
Sometimes I really feel like I do need you, ain't the same wit' out it
Yeah, it ain't the same thang, and I been racing' through the city in my own lane
And sometimes I really think I miss the old games, so we can throw it back baby get the old days
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Wanna try wit' me?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me,
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Wanna try wit' me?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Is it hard to see?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Is it hard to see?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me
Posted at my crib, I'm doin' way to much shit
Baby fuck wit' me because she know I'm legit
Baby trynna catch me when I pull out the crib
Certain things that matter when you're makin' it big
Goin' up a hundred miles an hour in the coupe, yeah
Fuck the money I just want the power in this booth, yeah yeah
Girl you always shower me with praises, I hate it, 'cause I been goin up and everybody turned the fakest
Money on my mind it make me simple, I think about it
All the time you left me out in Limbo, I hate you for it
Can't believe you fuckin' up my mental, it's pain wit' out it
Sometimes I really feel like I do need you, ain't the same wit' out it
Yeah, it ain't the same thang, and I been racing' through the city in my own lane
And sometimes I really think I miss the old games, so we can throw it back baby get the old days
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Wanna try wit' me?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me,
Yeah vibe wit' me, kick back baby wanna try wit' me?
And fuck them other lames, I give you privacy
Wanna try wit' me?
And I never ask for much, you're depriving me
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Nieves Jr.
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