Exchange (feat. FBY JIGGA)
Rockstar dreaming, I might not make it
Time and time again trynna exchange it
Woah yeah
Rockstar lifestyle might make it
Cop a brand new whip, then exchange it
Yeah, tryna make it, tryna make it
I cannot love her, no keep her
She want my soul, grim reaper
She trynna page me no beeper, but I'm bout to dive in the deep end
Put myself in the steepest situations
But this lifestyle I can't exchange it
I cannot exchange it
I've been on my own, shawty, I've been movin' dangerous
No, I can't get no sleep, yeah
Trappin' every day all week, yeah
Girl, I really don't need ya
Girl, I really don't need ya
Girl, I don't need nobody, I'm in my cash round
Last time that we talked, you told me to get out
And you made fun of me when you live in your mama's house
Sayin' all these hurtful things, felt like you been on
Wildn out
Rockstar dreaming, I might not make it
Time & time again trynna exchange it
Woah yeah
Rockstar lifestyle might make it
Cop a brand new whip, then exchange it
Yeah, tryna make it, tryna make it
Yeah, brand new chain on me, brand new whip on me
Brand new keys, my club is so lean
But what I'm sayin', this here a straight codeine
If you hear me and Believe, yeah, we out in these streets
And we gon' keep on ridin' till we all rockin' rings
Till we all rockin' rings
Till we all rockin' rings
Time and time again trynna exchange it
Woah yeah
Rockstar lifestyle might make it
Cop a brand new whip, then exchange it
Yeah, tryna make it, tryna make it
I cannot love her, no keep her
She want my soul, grim reaper
She trynna page me no beeper, but I'm bout to dive in the deep end
Put myself in the steepest situations
But this lifestyle I can't exchange it
I cannot exchange it
I've been on my own, shawty, I've been movin' dangerous
No, I can't get no sleep, yeah
Trappin' every day all week, yeah
Girl, I really don't need ya
Girl, I really don't need ya
Girl, I don't need nobody, I'm in my cash round
Last time that we talked, you told me to get out
And you made fun of me when you live in your mama's house
Sayin' all these hurtful things, felt like you been on
Wildn out
Rockstar dreaming, I might not make it
Time & time again trynna exchange it
Woah yeah
Rockstar lifestyle might make it
Cop a brand new whip, then exchange it
Yeah, tryna make it, tryna make it
Yeah, brand new chain on me, brand new whip on me
Brand new keys, my club is so lean
But what I'm sayin', this here a straight codeine
If you hear me and Believe, yeah, we out in these streets
And we gon' keep on ridin' till we all rockin' rings
Till we all rockin' rings
Till we all rockin' rings
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Writer(s): Balie Ortiz
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