Lightyears

作词 : Nick Mira/Jarad Higgins/Jeffrey Williams/Martin Püschel

作曲 : Nick Mira/Jarad Higgins/Jeffrey Williams/Martin Püschel

I wanna do her with her friend, what's good? (Her friend, what’s good?)

Baby, I got ‘em bands on bands, bitch, I’m—

Runnin' up them bands, bitch, I'm—

Bitch, big pockets lookin' big, big, woah

Now my pockets lookin' big

Ayy, pockets lookin' big (Lookin’ big)

Uh (Uh)

Bank account lookin' big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way, put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big

I don't like revolvers, they only hold six

Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6

Yo' bitch swallowin' my semen

Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect

**** her face, then put her on the Internet

I just been lettin' the cash grow

Run up on me, die faster

I'm a real ****, no, I'm not an actor

Double cup with that red lean, I'ma sip classy

Dior on my feet, I feel classy

You say you love me, do you mean that?

I don't think so, 'cause you weren't there when I was down bad

I don't think so, bitch, I know so

Money by the boatload

I know why these hoes actin' nice

'Cause I'm a rich guy (Rich guy)

Been on my own shit, let that shit fly (Shit fly)

Taking trips off the Percs, I be sky high (Sky high)

In the sky sippin' on red lean like it's red wine, red wine

Bank account lookin' big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way, put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big

I don't like revolvers, they only hold six

Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6

Yo' bitch swallowin' my semen

Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect

**** her face, then put her on the Internet

When I see diamonds, my senses start twinglin' (Sex)

Dawg ****, twelve phones, all of 'em ringin'

Like, "Brr brr! Hello, do you need me?"

Like, "Brr brr! Hell no, baby, beat it"

Army green F&Ns (Two of 'em)

Bet a pussy **** won't rat again (Bet)

Bank account low again (Why?)

'Cause I spend all my money on my friends (Hey)

Where the **** your cash go? (Where?)

How the **** your drip up to par but your cash low? (Ha)

How the hell you manifest from a big dawg to a tadpole?

How you know that you talented and you dance for?

See we went to the top from them shackles (Top)

How you know in the future gon' be ass though?

Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go

Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank though (Park)

Alright, I'm lit, no lie

Buyin' horses like in Salem, know we mob tie, aw yeah

Rich in real life, I do not see you, ho, like it's midnight, even in light

Bank account lookin' big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way, put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big

I don't like revolvers, they only hold six

Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6

Yo' bitch swallowin' my semen

Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect

**** her face, then put it on the Internet