歌词
作词 : Jarad Higgins/Michael Lamar White
作曲 : Thomas Wesley Pentz/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./David Karbal/Nicholas Mira/Kim Candilora/Henry Nichols/William Repko II
Internet Money, b***h
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
**** with the gang and it be a tragedy
**** with my shooters, they in the back with me
**** with me baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
Tryna get in that p***y, baby, that Mac and Cheese
I cannot show these b*****s no sympathy
Blastoff Or these niggas, they simps and they hella b***h to me
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
**** that b***h and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
**** with the gang and it be a tragedy
**** with my shooters, they in the back with me
Uh, you picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
And the way you keep harassin' me
It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
You know d**n well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
Devil horns on an angel, still haven't learned my lesson, uh
We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)
Toxic, toxic, toxic
The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
**** with the gang and it be a tragedy
**** with my shooters, they in the back with me
**** with me baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
Tryna get in that p***y, baby, that Mac and Cheese
Gang, gang, gang
Probably ****in' your mama
Three K on my wrist like André
Servin' like entrée
Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?