Tahoe!
I'm up out of bed (Tahoe)
I'm up out of bed
And no I can't lie, I felt dead
Took a peek in my cup, I see red
And it's starting to get in her head (head)
Uh, she wanna be my side ho, no you can't be my bitch
Pulled up in a Tahoe, with all black trucks and shit
She gon' be bring a bottle to get all drunk and lit
Uhh, and I won't pay her nada, cause I'm just tryna get rich
Uh, I won't pay her not a thing
Different money in some Prada jeans
And I think she wanna be a part of me
Of me
Ohh
I swear I won't pay her nothing
You wanna try a nigga like me? Best believe its repercussions
I was off that za and lean
I was deep up in that function
And I keep a helmet on when I'm in the field for no concussion
When you talk about a bag to me, yeah you should know I love it
You would think I like the Bills, nah for real I just like money
Uh, you would think I love to kill, nah for real I just like dumpin'
And you would think I loved the way the wock look when I pour something
Uh, and she wanna be my side ho
Uh, just pulled up in a Tahoe
She bringing out a bottle
I swear I won't pay her nada
I'm up out of bed
And no I can't lie, I felt dead
Took a peek in my cup, I see red
And it's starting to get in her head (head)
I'm up out of bed
And no I can't lie, I felt dead
Took a peek in my cup, I see red
And it's starting to get in her head (head)
I'm up out of bed
And no I can't lie, I felt dead
Took a peek in my cup, I see red
And it's starting to get in her head (head)
Uh, she wanna be my side ho, no you can't be my bitch
Pulled up in a Tahoe, with all black trucks and shit
She gon' be bring a bottle to get all drunk and lit
Uhh, and I won't pay her nada, cause I'm just tryna get rich
Uh, I won't pay her not a thing
Different money in some Prada jeans
And I think she wanna be a part of me
Of me
Ohh
I swear I won't pay her nothing
You wanna try a nigga like me? Best believe its repercussions
I was off that za and lean
I was deep up in that function
And I keep a helmet on when I'm in the field for no concussion
When you talk about a bag to me, yeah you should know I love it
You would think I like the Bills, nah for real I just like money
Uh, you would think I love to kill, nah for real I just like dumpin'
And you would think I loved the way the wock look when I pour something
Uh, and she wanna be my side ho
Uh, just pulled up in a Tahoe
She bringing out a bottle
I swear I won't pay her nada
I'm up out of bed
And no I can't lie, I felt dead
Took a peek in my cup, I see red
And it's starting to get in her head (head)
I'm up out of bed
And no I can't lie, I felt dead
Took a peek in my cup, I see red
And it's starting to get in her head (head)
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Writer(s): Micah Sherow
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