Main Attraction (feat. On Brand)
Bitch we in the club, I just threw a couple ones
I be balling 'cause I'm young, gettin' lifted, gettin' drunk
I be sippin' on the rum, and the party's just begun
We just livin', having fun, thank the Lord up above
I just met a cute Latina and I think that I'm in love
And she giving me the digits, so I'm giving her a dove
And I love the way she throw it, all this money I'mma blow it
All this ice got me glowing, take another shot, I'm pouring
All these cars, they be foreign, I'mma make her sing like Lauryn
I be gettin' too turnt, 'bout to start a fucking riot
There's a party going on, and the roof is on fire
So I grabbed my fucking lighter, and I jumped into my Spider
I be wearing Gucci linen, all these girls got me grinnin'
And you know we keep on winnin', going crazy every innin'
I be smelling like Chanel, cracking jokes like Dave Chapelle
Making love to Gabrielle, I don't ever kiss and tell
I be on top of the balcony, I'm in a whole 'nother galaxy
Look at my alchemy, talk to my mom and she proud of me
Gettin' so faded, never feel jaded, doing this shit 'till I make it
Coming for the throne I'mma take it
I'm in the clouds, my girl be the Sun
All of this money, I'm stackin' a bunch
I look like a snack, she say I'm a munch
Lovin' the way she be shaking her rump
She give me top while I'm smoking a blunt
I don't give a fuck bitch I do what I want
Jump on the flight, I'm on to the next
We making love, she feeling my chest
Haters be envying, they trying to flex
Feeling so good and I'm looking so fresh
My name is Dyl and I'm live in the flesh
I got that drip and the tryna finesse
Sippin' that, sippin' that, sippin' that sauce
I'm in the office, they call me the boss
Steez and On Brand we not taking a loss
I go to Louis, you shoppin' at Ross
I go to Louis, you still at Goodwill
Off of this album, I'm stackin' the bills
Stackin' and stackin', we making a mil
Bag it and bag it, I don't got no chill
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Buildin' up the name I said build, build, build
All my money it inflate, got the bags looking filled
You not fucking with the boys, we too real, real, real
Yeah, aye, we in the function
If I see a random, kick 'em out, that's some fuck shit
She a level three, then we gon' have to discuss it
Postin' party addy's on your story, that's disgusting
I was smack, dab, middle of the glow
It's the Life Of The Party, we gon' light it up and smoke
It's a Saks, Ave, jacket just for show
I was feinin' for the money, he was feinin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
What we needin'
I got riches, hella freedom
Boys with me be fucking schemin'
All my dawgs is always eatin'
They be dreamin', they be sleepin'
I be hustlin', I be grinding
Fuck 'em all, Dyl's a demon
Fuck 'em all, I ain't leavin'
Buss down, I ain't tryna roll around
James be throwin' bands, tell the opps bitch, calm down
Buss down, I got what I want now
You don't want these ones, your bitch tellin' you to sit down
Function, ridin' to all these cribs
Bitches askin' me for cigs, now they sayin' they feel sick
Don't look here, where's your clique
Don't be thinking you the shit
Done with all these fuckin' tricks
Done with all these weird ass kids
On Brand, seems like you don't understand
I be sitting makin' bands, soon to make a hundred bands
On Brand, why you never in demand
Your shit I'mma reprimand, why you never rep your man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
I be balling 'cause I'm young, gettin' lifted, gettin' drunk
I be sippin' on the rum, and the party's just begun
We just livin', having fun, thank the Lord up above
I just met a cute Latina and I think that I'm in love
And she giving me the digits, so I'm giving her a dove
And I love the way she throw it, all this money I'mma blow it
All this ice got me glowing, take another shot, I'm pouring
All these cars, they be foreign, I'mma make her sing like Lauryn
I be gettin' too turnt, 'bout to start a fucking riot
There's a party going on, and the roof is on fire
So I grabbed my fucking lighter, and I jumped into my Spider
I be wearing Gucci linen, all these girls got me grinnin'
And you know we keep on winnin', going crazy every innin'
I be smelling like Chanel, cracking jokes like Dave Chapelle
Making love to Gabrielle, I don't ever kiss and tell
I be on top of the balcony, I'm in a whole 'nother galaxy
Look at my alchemy, talk to my mom and she proud of me
Gettin' so faded, never feel jaded, doing this shit 'till I make it
Coming for the throne I'mma take it
I'm in the clouds, my girl be the Sun
All of this money, I'm stackin' a bunch
I look like a snack, she say I'm a munch
Lovin' the way she be shaking her rump
She give me top while I'm smoking a blunt
I don't give a fuck bitch I do what I want
Jump on the flight, I'm on to the next
We making love, she feeling my chest
Haters be envying, they trying to flex
Feeling so good and I'm looking so fresh
My name is Dyl and I'm live in the flesh
I got that drip and the tryna finesse
Sippin' that, sippin' that, sippin' that sauce
I'm in the office, they call me the boss
Steez and On Brand we not taking a loss
I go to Louis, you shoppin' at Ross
I go to Louis, you still at Goodwill
Off of this album, I'm stackin' the bills
Stackin' and stackin', we making a mil
Bag it and bag it, I don't got no chill
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Buildin' up the name I said build, build, build
All my money it inflate, got the bags looking filled
You not fucking with the boys, we too real, real, real
Yeah, aye, we in the function
If I see a random, kick 'em out, that's some fuck shit
She a level three, then we gon' have to discuss it
Postin' party addy's on your story, that's disgusting
I was smack, dab, middle of the glow
It's the Life Of The Party, we gon' light it up and smoke
It's a Saks, Ave, jacket just for show
I was feinin' for the money, he was feinin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
What we needin'
I got riches, hella freedom
Boys with me be fucking schemin'
All my dawgs is always eatin'
They be dreamin', they be sleepin'
I be hustlin', I be grinding
Fuck 'em all, Dyl's a demon
Fuck 'em all, I ain't leavin'
Buss down, I ain't tryna roll around
James be throwin' bands, tell the opps bitch, calm down
Buss down, I got what I want now
You don't want these ones, your bitch tellin' you to sit down
Function, ridin' to all these cribs
Bitches askin' me for cigs, now they sayin' they feel sick
Don't look here, where's your clique
Don't be thinking you the shit
Done with all these fuckin' tricks
Done with all these weird ass kids
On Brand, seems like you don't understand
I be sitting makin' bands, soon to make a hundred bands
On Brand, why you never in demand
Your shit I'mma reprimand, why you never rep your man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
I'm feinin'
I need it
I mean it
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Jonas, Dylan Joseph Smith, James Donald Shanahan
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