can't change
Baby you know that I'm movin' like I'm in the fast lane
Hop in the whip and that bitch started talkin' feel sumn like Batman
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass poppin' champagne
She beg for attention but I'm busy workin' I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I've been countin' all this money I can't change up
They see the racks they think I switched but I just stayed up
I'm still the same
I just came up
A-A-Ain't no fakes inside my circle only day ones
They talkin, like they fuckin' know me, but they really don't
All this cash, don't make me no different, that's just how I glow
They can hate me, but I'll never ever, stay inside my home
I keep movin' on my fucking grind, yeah I'm in my zone, uhuh
Put the fucking racks inside my hat, Doug Dimmadome
F-F-Found his ass while using google maps, and then I switched to chrome
Baby girl you need to relax, like what the fuck you on?
Blowin' up my phone you attached, so I just cut you off
Baby you know that I'm movin' like I'm in the fast lane
Hop in the whip and that bitch started talkin' feel sumn like Batman
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass poppin' champagne
She beg for attention but I'm busy workin' I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
Hop in the whip and that bitch started talkin' feel sumn like Batman
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass poppin' champagne
She beg for attention but I'm busy workin' I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I've been countin' all this money I can't change up
They see the racks they think I switched but I just stayed up
I'm still the same
I just came up
A-A-Ain't no fakes inside my circle only day ones
They talkin, like they fuckin' know me, but they really don't
All this cash, don't make me no different, that's just how I glow
They can hate me, but I'll never ever, stay inside my home
I keep movin' on my fucking grind, yeah I'm in my zone, uhuh
Put the fucking racks inside my hat, Doug Dimmadome
F-F-Found his ass while using google maps, and then I switched to chrome
Baby girl you need to relax, like what the fuck you on?
Blowin' up my phone you attached, so I just cut you off
Baby you know that I'm movin' like I'm in the fast lane
Hop in the whip and that bitch started talkin' feel sumn like Batman
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass poppin' champagne
She beg for attention but I'm busy workin' I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
No I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
I can't change
I'm sorry I can't change
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