Nunu
La, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
Dropped out of school, balled all year
Teacher sayin' shit I'm never gon' hear
Especially when the big homie out stuntin'
One plus one, you'll never have none
I done fell off and got it all back
Blood, sweat and tears, it came with all that
Big dog 'til they say it ain't so
Knew it from the jump, never been bros
On God, you'll hear my new shit
On God, you'll hear my new shit, yeah
On God, you'll hear my new shit
Dope boy pullin' up in that new shit
Look at me, no, look at her, she exclusive
Better touch down and focus
Look at me, no, look at her, she exclusive
Blowin' money fast, cash money, hoes
Ran through the dash, keys at the door
Cash on the ground, ass to the floor
You never did believe in the hits
You never did believe I was it
You never did believe it was lit
It can't be make-believe, I exist
You never did believe in the risks
You niggas Maybelline, clownin', huh
You niggas need your pussy tightened up
Out here, had to go and run it up
Now I can feel the stadium
I took a chance and really won
I turnt the table, grabbed the gun
I had the label goin' dumb
That's my new shit, uh, yeah
That new shit, hey
La-la, la-la, la-la
Dropped out of school, balled all year
Teacher sayin' shit I'm never gon' hear
Especially when the big homie out stuntin'
One plus one, you'll never have none
I done fell off and got it all back
Blood, sweat and tears, it came with all that
Big dog 'til they say it ain't so
Knew it from the jump, never been bros
On God, you'll hear my new shit
On God, you'll hear my new shit, yeah
On God, you'll hear my new shit
Dope boy pullin' up in that new shit
Look at me, no, look at her, she exclusive
Better touch down and focus
Look at me, no, look at her, she exclusive
Blowin' money fast, cash money, hoes
Ran through the dash, keys at the door
Cash on the ground, ass to the floor
You never did believe in the hits
You never did believe I was it
You never did believe it was lit
It can't be make-believe, I exist
You never did believe in the risks
You niggas Maybelline, clownin', huh
You niggas need your pussy tightened up
Out here, had to go and run it up
Now I can feel the stadium
I took a chance and really won
I turnt the table, grabbed the gun
I had the label goin' dumb
That's my new shit, uh, yeah
That new shit, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Markus Alandrus Randle, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Daniel Seeff, Devin Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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