No Reason
Whoa (come on)
Yeah (come on)
Baby Jay (yeah)
What we talkin' 'bout?
Doing 90 on the 91, speeding (skrrt)
Good dope, I'm breathing (yeah)
Throwing money in the club for no reason (yeah, whoa)
No reason (whoa, whoa)
Good money, good pussy, my leisure
Where's my reefer?
Pray that God forgive my sins
I been out here living like a heathen
That boy the coldest, man, I put that on Felicia (Felicia)
Mama gave birth to a leader (huh)
Made it out the jungle with the creatures, leeches
That's why I talk shit like a preacher (like a preacher)
I gave game to these niggas, what'd I get in return?
Took Ls, when you livin', you learn
Walked through hell, came out fire, let it burn, it's my turn
Put pressure on your head like sideburns, yeah (yeah)
I yearn for more, I endured a lot
Can you smell what I'm cooking?
Bitch, I'm stirring the pot (yeah)
When you make it from the bottom, you deserve the top
I'll cut a nigga up like a surgery op
Then hop right back in pocket
Watch and see, hawk a nigga down, Tyler Lockett
God let the money talk for me, I'm a prophet
Better stop it
Zero tolerance for all that nonsense
Doing 90 on the 91, speeding (skrrt)
Good dope, I'm breathing (good dope)
Throwing money in the club for no reason
No reason
Good money, good pussy, my leisure (yeah)
Where's my reefer?
Pray that God forgive my sins
I been out here living like a heathen
You talking to the greatest out my section
Surefire way for you to fail is try and test me
Manifest and motivate, I pray they get the message
Always right next to the 100s, Wayne Gretzky
Let's be honest, I'm tired of being modest
GR superstar, I rock my own designer
Five bad bitches with me, that's my starting lineup
Give 'em good game and build they mind up
I'm so inspiring
I don't play games I retired them, all work
Don't worry, I got this covered like ya artwork
I love hard, but I bomb first
Your girl got a sweet tooth, she lick the lollipop and make a Starburst
Far from perfect, God knows I'm working (yeah)
I wonder, in the end, will it all be worth it? (Yeah)
I bet I show out before they close the curtains (go, go, go)
In the gutter lane, blowing smoke and swerving
Doing 90 on the 91, speeding (skrrt)
Good dope, I'm breathing (yeah)
Throwing money in the club for no reason
(Throwing money, throwing money)
No reason (whoa, whoa)
Good money, good pussy, my leisure (my leisure)
Where's my reefer? (Where's my reefer?)
Pray that God forgive my sins (ay)
I been out here living like a heathen (whoo, whoo)
Whoa, oh
I been out here living like a heathen
Yeah (come on)
Baby Jay (yeah)
What we talkin' 'bout?
Doing 90 on the 91, speeding (skrrt)
Good dope, I'm breathing (yeah)
Throwing money in the club for no reason (yeah, whoa)
No reason (whoa, whoa)
Good money, good pussy, my leisure
Where's my reefer?
Pray that God forgive my sins
I been out here living like a heathen
That boy the coldest, man, I put that on Felicia (Felicia)
Mama gave birth to a leader (huh)
Made it out the jungle with the creatures, leeches
That's why I talk shit like a preacher (like a preacher)
I gave game to these niggas, what'd I get in return?
Took Ls, when you livin', you learn
Walked through hell, came out fire, let it burn, it's my turn
Put pressure on your head like sideburns, yeah (yeah)
I yearn for more, I endured a lot
Can you smell what I'm cooking?
Bitch, I'm stirring the pot (yeah)
When you make it from the bottom, you deserve the top
I'll cut a nigga up like a surgery op
Then hop right back in pocket
Watch and see, hawk a nigga down, Tyler Lockett
God let the money talk for me, I'm a prophet
Better stop it
Zero tolerance for all that nonsense
Doing 90 on the 91, speeding (skrrt)
Good dope, I'm breathing (good dope)
Throwing money in the club for no reason
No reason
Good money, good pussy, my leisure (yeah)
Where's my reefer?
Pray that God forgive my sins
I been out here living like a heathen
You talking to the greatest out my section
Surefire way for you to fail is try and test me
Manifest and motivate, I pray they get the message
Always right next to the 100s, Wayne Gretzky
Let's be honest, I'm tired of being modest
GR superstar, I rock my own designer
Five bad bitches with me, that's my starting lineup
Give 'em good game and build they mind up
I'm so inspiring
I don't play games I retired them, all work
Don't worry, I got this covered like ya artwork
I love hard, but I bomb first
Your girl got a sweet tooth, she lick the lollipop and make a Starburst
Far from perfect, God knows I'm working (yeah)
I wonder, in the end, will it all be worth it? (Yeah)
I bet I show out before they close the curtains (go, go, go)
In the gutter lane, blowing smoke and swerving
Doing 90 on the 91, speeding (skrrt)
Good dope, I'm breathing (yeah)
Throwing money in the club for no reason
(Throwing money, throwing money)
No reason (whoa, whoa)
Good money, good pussy, my leisure (my leisure)
Where's my reefer? (Where's my reefer?)
Pray that God forgive my sins (ay)
I been out here living like a heathen (whoo, whoo)
Whoa, oh
I been out here living like a heathen
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Writer(s): Jaylen Davis Molett
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