歌词
作词 : Tomás Gutiérrez/Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ibrahim Dodo/Anthony L Mosley/Adam Gamble/Matthew Nadler
作曲 : Tomás Gutiérrez/Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ibrahim Dodo/Anthony L Mosley/Adam Gamble/Matthew Nadler
Fall out, then we make up, **** and then we break up
She knowin' how I get, she give it to me on the wake up
(That ain't important, I'm gettin' older, I'm gettin' older)
That ain't important, I'm gettin' older, I'm gettin' older
Yeah, ain't tryna talk 'bout that freaky shit unless we ****in', but listen
Before I'ma need me a nut, I'ma need me some money, no kiddin'
I bet one of these **** niggas try me, I let off a hundred, no, really
I'ma go get it, y'all stay in y'all feelings
I told her, "Bitch, I ain't playin', I'm in it," I'm actin' (That's my baby, yeah)
Worry 'bout a bitch and you done
Gotta get money, you hustlin' backwards (Come on)
She went and got me some guns
I had ran off on the plug, he was taxin' (Nigga)
Fifty-five hundred my jacket (And yeah)
She suck on me without askin'
Bae, come outside, I'm out here in a Phantom
You know it's forever, we locked in
Baby, this shit look like a dream, I lock you down and you up in the register
I'm tryna keep you around, I been more outta town with you, girl, I'ma finish it
Shawty ain't the one to be ****ed with, no, Cullinan, hop out the truck with it
Call me whenever you ready, I ain't no rapper, give beats like Belly
We ****, let me know you won't tellin', get your necklace stones embedded
Come from the bottom, but I'm lookin' off to the top where I'm headed
Chrome my pants, Chrome my head, Chrome on my side
Chrome my heart, it got so cold when my dog died
Why you wanna leave me? Told you, babygirl, I'm just turnt
It can be all bad, but I'll tell 'em that I'm just fine
Fall out, then we make up, **** and then we break up
She knowin' how I get, she give it to me on the wake up
Fall out, then we make up, **** and then we break up
She knowin' how I get, she give it to me on the wake up
Yeah, wake me up with that head like it's breakfast
You gon' give 'em a clue, I won't tell it
You my boo, I fit you on my schedule
Play it right, we could do this forever
She argue with me, get to naggin' and buggin'
She just want me to be mad when I **** her
I break her in half, we make up, then she **** around
Wake up and still be back mad in the morning
She missin' me, I'm on the road
But she know that I'm lit, I just went, got a bag for performin'
Them bitches on me and she know it
I don't have interest in them, I don't show it
Got all kind of shit on my mind, can you hold me?
I stand with all ten on the ground, I'm a soldier
Should be common sense, several times I done told you
I ain't goin' for shit, with that iron, I'm a blower
She poppin' her shit the night she takin' over
I sat with my dick on the ground and she rolled it
Every time I get her around, I'ma fold her like a Motorola
We **** and then we
Fall out, then we make up, **** and then we break up
She knowin' how I get, she give it to me on the wake up
Fall out, then we make up, **** and then we break up
She knowin' how I get, she give it to me on the wake up
That's my baby
Chrome my pants, Chrome my head, Chrome on my side
Chrome my heart, it got so cold when my dog died