overnight symphony
Yeah-yeah
Ayy
Someone call the—Call the—Call the—Call the doctor
Someone call the doctor up, I think I need a pint (Pint)
I just left my main bitch for this money overnight (Night)
I'ma pour this six inside a Crush, don't need no Sprite
I'm gon' cash that check and I'ma spend that shit on sight
Runnin' through bands
Hundreds of bands that they ain't seen (Seen)
I'm in Japan spendin' that Yen, my money clean (Clean)
I'm on the top that food chain, tryna tell you what you need (Need)
Bitch come open yo' mouth, come here and show me you a freak
We be four-by-four, and I got these bitches comin' two-by-two
Bentley coupe, look just how I'm stylin', they ain't choosin' you
Way before the racks, I had these hoes, them bitches using you
She gon' spend the racks and don't give back, them strippers fooling you
C-C-Cash flow
Known to wipe a nigga like some ass, though
I need them bag flow
All the bodies we done seen, these catacombs ('Combs, 'combs)
You stay with yo' mom, boy is yo' daddy home? (Home, home)
I-I don't think yo' homie wan' get too involved
Swipers and the strikers, swear to god boy, we done did it all (All)
Lil' bro went to Rikers and came back tougher than minerals
Had enough to say because I said it all
You can only be my queen if you gon' set it off
Yeah she wit' it, wherever, with whoever (Whoever)
My haters, them niggas can do better (Yeah)
I'm [?]
Now I'm countin' up blue checks (Ayy), I got the world inside my hand (Yeah)
I had a shootout 'bout my mans ('Bout my mans)
She didn't even know me, she left here a fan
I ain't worried 'bout [?], count up bands
We be dressin' older, boy (Boy)
Fuck yo' block, we invade that shit with mortars (Mortars)
I'm a boss, now I'm somewhere givin' orders (Yeah)
Finna flex, of course
We fuck these hoes for the sport
Just like [?]
Blue tips sink his ship so we abort (We abort)
That ice up on my wrist just like I went to Isle Resort (Isle Resort)
Count money and I pop pills, bitch, I'm geekin' like a dork (Geekin' like a dork)
I hop out with my heat, I get busy with the torch (With the torch)
S-S-Someone call the doctor up, I think I need a pint (Ayy)
I just left my main bitch for this money overnight (Ayy)
I'ma pour this six inside a Crush, don't need no Sprite (Ayy)
I'm gon' cash that check and I'ma spend that shit on sight (Sight)
Ayy
Someone call the—Call the—Call the—Call the doctor
Someone call the doctor up, I think I need a pint (Pint)
I just left my main bitch for this money overnight (Night)
I'ma pour this six inside a Crush, don't need no Sprite
I'm gon' cash that check and I'ma spend that shit on sight
Runnin' through bands
Hundreds of bands that they ain't seen (Seen)
I'm in Japan spendin' that Yen, my money clean (Clean)
I'm on the top that food chain, tryna tell you what you need (Need)
Bitch come open yo' mouth, come here and show me you a freak
We be four-by-four, and I got these bitches comin' two-by-two
Bentley coupe, look just how I'm stylin', they ain't choosin' you
Way before the racks, I had these hoes, them bitches using you
She gon' spend the racks and don't give back, them strippers fooling you
C-C-Cash flow
Known to wipe a nigga like some ass, though
I need them bag flow
All the bodies we done seen, these catacombs ('Combs, 'combs)
You stay with yo' mom, boy is yo' daddy home? (Home, home)
I-I don't think yo' homie wan' get too involved
Swipers and the strikers, swear to god boy, we done did it all (All)
Lil' bro went to Rikers and came back tougher than minerals
Had enough to say because I said it all
You can only be my queen if you gon' set it off
Yeah she wit' it, wherever, with whoever (Whoever)
My haters, them niggas can do better (Yeah)
I'm [?]
Now I'm countin' up blue checks (Ayy), I got the world inside my hand (Yeah)
I had a shootout 'bout my mans ('Bout my mans)
She didn't even know me, she left here a fan
I ain't worried 'bout [?], count up bands
We be dressin' older, boy (Boy)
Fuck yo' block, we invade that shit with mortars (Mortars)
I'm a boss, now I'm somewhere givin' orders (Yeah)
Finna flex, of course
We fuck these hoes for the sport
Just like [?]
Blue tips sink his ship so we abort (We abort)
That ice up on my wrist just like I went to Isle Resort (Isle Resort)
Count money and I pop pills, bitch, I'm geekin' like a dork (Geekin' like a dork)
I hop out with my heat, I get busy with the torch (With the torch)
S-S-Someone call the doctor up, I think I need a pint (Ayy)
I just left my main bitch for this money overnight (Ayy)
I'ma pour this six inside a Crush, don't need no Sprite (Ayy)
I'm gon' cash that check and I'ma spend that shit on sight (Sight)
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Rocco Roy, Makale Hawkins
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