HOMEBODY

Whoa (whoa, ha, ha)
Whoa (ha, ha)
Whoa (ha, ha)
Whoa (ha, ha)
Whoa

Gettin' straight to the business, did it off the wake-up
She shakin' that ass, she tryna get her cake up (yeah)
I could put you on game
That's if you tryna make somethin'
Yeah, all these lil' lame-ass niggas, entertain 'em
You see the strike I left, it's like a napalm
Search and destroy, she blow me like an A-bomb
Rollin' up, gettin' high until my days gone
Everything loud, don't even gotta say nothin'

I'm tired of talkin' 'bout me like they know me
Know I ain't trippin', they'll never know me
Ballin' since a youngin', bitch, I feel like- (shh)
Now I take the blame for you like I'm Tony
Did what I did, never care what they told me
I remember all them days I was lonely
I remember that one day put cash first
Since then the money, never put none before me

That bitch told me she a homebody
I'm risky, I said, "You sure 'bout me?"
I like how you love your own body
She told me she don't need nobody
You rushin', let's take it slow, shawty
When you get to know her, she so naughty
Outside, lookin' in anti, now we talkin'
But I really don't talk, just keep the conflicts

Flag on the play (ooh-ooh)
What you gon' say? (Ooh-ooh)
Get a nigga out the way (ooh-ooh)
If the money in the way (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, they're prayin' for a bait (ooh-ooh)
But it won't be today (ooh-ooh)
All my opps link up (ooh-ooh)
Gotta consolidate

Flag on the play (ooh-ooh)
What you gon' say? (Ooh-ooh)
Get a nigga out the way (ooh-ooh)
If the money in the way (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, they're prayin' for a bait (ooh-ooh)
But it won't be today (ooh-ooh)
All my opps link up (ooh-ooh)
Gotta consolidate

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Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Michael Pieper, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass
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