Greater (feat. Ari)

I knew that I would be greater, don't listen to haters
Lil baby want clout, she takin them shots, what, then after a chaser
Just made a hit I called it favors, T I'm the back he printing the waiver
What you talking bout bitch
Ya girl is a ha, ha

Don't need any girls that I don't gotta fuck with
Got me a main she know how to suck it
Baby she want it she know that we fucking
Chasing this dream you know I grew up with
Gotta go get it
Money I'm spending
Invest in myself, we gotta replenish
Know I said you was the one, well bitch, I never meant it

Taking my time when I'm writing this shit, got me lighting a spliff and my bars hitting diff
Hop on a flight out to Paris, you know that I'm careless, I don't even talk bout ya bitch

Hand on my waist when that shit getting dangerous
Me and my nigga he done with the favors
I'm from the jump, but I do be the greatest
And now we the greatest
Particular changes
Just the beginning, I'm already famous
Already famous, girl that's how I feel
Ya that's how I feel
100k on lock my god nigga, that's no deal

She slamming that pussy from all different angles
Hold it together, you know how the gang goes
Playing that bitch, like I'm rocking a banjo
Stuck in the trap, Ima call her a trap hoe
Gunna look crazy, that bitch gone Rambo
Moving her hips, she doing the tango
Move it, move it, wow baby, shake it, make it, wow

Taking my time when I'm writing this shit, got me lighting a spliff and my bars hitting diff
Hop on a flight out to Paris, you know that I'm careless, I don't even talk bout ya bitch

We hella popping they playing our songs
Coming up on me she wearing a thong
Said ima make it, I never say wrong
Watch ya tone, you never belonged

I get it and spit it, bitch I'm never quitting
Hop in the Ferrari, chilling with Ari
Ex hit me up she feeling real sorry, said you ain't different paste it and copy

Moving like rocky, I'm hella cocky

Bitches they want me, I'm always plotting
Yes I am bitch, never gone stop it
Yes I am bitch, never gone stop it

Never had a way for them past man's
She was just fucking with you for the Benz
None of my bitches are main they all friends (they 10's)
Papi steak, fucking it up with ten bands
We never settle for nothing but best
Ten flights, three weeks man's all stressed
Wanted a feature, go write up a check
Dr. Miami she wanted new breast

Taking my time when I'm writing this shit, got me lighting a spliff and my bars hitting diff
Hop on a flight out to Paris, you know that I'm careless, I don't even talk bout ya bitch

We hella popping they playing our songs
Coming up on me she wearing a thong
Said ima make it, I never say wrong
Watch ya tone, you never belonged



Credits
Writer(s): Filip Cebic
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