Lay Down

(Yeah Woah)
I just gotta lay down and wait for this shit
Why we gotta do it? I'm just gonna make this money split
In the club sniffing drugs, yeah bitch I'm getting lit
I don't gotta ask for something, I'm already getting it

Getting bags, with my twin
Spitting facts, getting rich
Diamonds dripping on my neck, on my wrist
I'm gon' get in the club, I'm in the list

And fuck it
New Rick Owens shit, I'm gon' cop it
New Balenci' shit, I'm gon' rock it
I be dripping in designer, bitches love it
Pinky ring shining, I feel like I'm a hobbit

I know who's your homie, he a ra-a-a-at
She be asking why your fit is bla-a-a-ack
Diamonds shining, dripping on my ne-e-e-ck
He was my homie, then he lost my respe-e-e-ct

(Woooahhh)
(Ye-e-e-e-a-a-a-h)
(u-u-u-u-u-u-h)

And I be geeking
I'm too high, thinking I'm tweaking
Stitch his mouth, he be speaking
Me and my boys outside, we be creeping
Shawty be licking
Pop a perc and tweaking
Pop a perc and you sleeping

(Yeah Woah)
I just gotta lay down and wait for this shit
Why we gotta do it? I'm just gonna make this money split
In the club sniffing drugs, yeah bitch I'm getting lit
I don't gotta ask for something, I'm already getting it

Getting bags, with my twin
Spitting facts, getting rich
Diamonds dripping on my neck, on my wrist
I'm gon' get in the club, I'm in the list



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Writer(s): Nika Akhalaia
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