Cheezy Gang - Growing Pains Side B

Weed, Money & Selfies

Man, how you feel about me? Baby, just tell me
My new girl really love weed, money and selfies
Man, God, I'm callin' out, please God, I'm callin' out, help me
All these pills that I'm on, shit God, I'm livin' unhealthy
How you feel about me? Baby, just tell me
My new girl really love weed, money and selfies
Man, God, I'm callin' out, please God, I'm callin' out, help me
All these pills that I'm on, shit God, I'm livin' unhealthy

Swear I'ma get me that Brabus and put on some mileage
And drive it as far as I can
Tell me why shorty wanna argue and try and get started
I told her I'll call when I can
Who did they think that they jokin'
They pray that we foldin
Not knowing the cards in my hand
Back when my doggy and I wanted problems
I guess that the struggle's all part of the plan
And I'm like, fuck it, cross off the bucket list
Why she wanna hit me with fuck it
Like, fuck it this, fuck it that
A comma, a dollar, ain't nothin' to put on your head
Like a bucket hat, fuck is that
What you mad for, shorty? She ain't text back
But she posted on the gram, I'm just tryin' to get stamps
On my passport shorty, tryin' to get everything I asked for shorty, like

Man, how you feel about me? Baby, just tell me
My new girl really love weed, money and selfies
Man, God, I'm callin' out, please God, I'm callin' out, help me
All these pills that I'm on, shit God, I'm livin' unhealthy
How you feel about me? Baby, just tell me
My new girl really love weed, money and selfies
Man, God, I'm callin' out, please God, I'm callin' out, help me
All these pills that I'm on, shit God, I'm livin' unhealthy

I swear when they try me, I promise they'll find me
Still doin' all this shit for y'all
Every time that they call me, I promise I'll answer
It's nothin' to me but a call
Baby, just put down the celly and talk to me
Nothing you find gonna fuck up or hurtin' my soul
I ain't got nothin' but love for you, baby
But she love to act like it's nothin' at all
Man, it ain't never what they say it is
Swear you'll never get away with this
Man, she like takin' shots when she over
But man, I can't control her, got no aim assist
What game is this? drunk drivin', I need lane assist
What I'm on, I swear I prayed for this
Can I fall or is it dangerous
Pillow talkin', I'm like

Man, how you feel about me? Baby, just tell me
My new girl really love weed, money and selfies
Man, God, I'm callin' out, please God, I'm callin' out, help me
All these pills that I'm on, shit God, I'm livin' unhealthy
How you feel about me? Baby, just tell me
My new girl really love weed, money and selfies
Man, God, I'm callin' out, please God, I'm callin' out, help me
All these pills that I'm on, shit God, I'm livin' unhealthy

Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Bouchard, Joseph Brodeur
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