Congratulations
Who are you
What you mean I need you bad bae, I ain't desperate
My side bitch act like she my mane, gotta keep em separate
You can't get let in on the game, gotta keep the leverage
Bae I know you need me there right now but back at me in a second
Had to catch my breath, nah, I done seen this road before
Had to take a left, thought you was callin' on my phone
It was someone else, nah, I done left my heart alone
Put it on the shelf, no matter how I started
Find a way to end it, but you know how I'm
Have to say I'm finished, I'm sorry, pouring up red like carti, I'm talkin', I'm like bae quit talkin
I made the money come right to me, you gon' think it's walkin
She fuck the team because we made it, all my niggas startin
Ain't hard to block you out my mind, you never been important
Now my name Ring bells, remember when them niggas hated
And now they can't say shit because they like to basic
Now I know they sad, they like lil hell up, damn, we should've waited
Was moving'? Bows and Quagen, now they say I'm famous
So I ride my work all in my trunk and I ain't filin' papers
Mixin' purple with the yellow, feelin' like a Laker
Creep up on you in the dark, you're like the Undertaker
You don't know how long I waited just to call you baby
Got you a watch the other day, it's startin' to feel outdated
I smoke a three five to the face, I'm feelin' elevated
This for the ones who said we can't because we finally made it
Damn, congratulations
Damn, congratulations
What you mean I need you bad bae, I ain't desperate
My side bitch act like she my mane, gotta keep em separate
You can't get let in on the game, gotta keep the leverage
Bae I know you need me there right now but back at me in a second
Had to catch my breath, nah, I done seen this road before
Had to take a left, thought you was callin' on my phone
It was someone else, nah, I done left my heart alone
Put it on the shelf, no matter how I started
Find a way to end it, but you know how I'm
Have to say I'm finished, I'm sorry, pouring up red like carti, I'm talkin', I'm like bae quit talkin
I made the money come right to me, you gon' think it's walkin
She fuck the team because we made it, all my niggas startin
Ain't hard to block you out my mind, you never been important
Now my name Ring bells, remember when them niggas hated
And now they can't say shit because they like to basic
Now I know they sad, they like lil hell up, damn, we should've waited
Was moving'? Bows and Quagen, now they say I'm famous
So I ride my work all in my trunk and I ain't filin' papers
Mixin' purple with the yellow, feelin' like a Laker
Creep up on you in the dark, you're like the Undertaker
You don't know how long I waited just to call you baby
Got you a watch the other day, it's startin' to feel outdated
I smoke a three five to the face, I'm feelin' elevated
This for the ones who said we can't because we finally made it
Damn, congratulations
Damn, congratulations
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Writer(s): Terrel Simpson
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