[Code]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Look
You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (foreal)
Stickin’ to the code, stickers on the coupe I’m still puttin’ rims on (Forgiato)
Chain dancin’ like I caught it in the end zone
I ain’t 55 but I keep a red pole
Steppin’ I stand on em’
You rep the brand for me?
At the top is it quiet? I thought they was sayin’ somethin’
Even though she got a man won’t put me in friendzone
She addicted to the vibes say I got her head gone
Lately I been way too busy
Put you in my plans though
She say she miss my voice
Play me through your headphones
Best mouth I ever had I wonder what that head doin’
Now if I take you shopping, who gon’ help with the bags
Dodgin’ lipstick, Eli I’m busy countin’ up cash
Ain’t no Halfway steppin’ you get the slides with the bag
Nigga stabbed me in the back I grabbed it and sliced they neck
Man down
Stayin’ up, I ain’t comin’ down
Count it up, rubber bands needed
Stack it up like it’s Jenga and it keep falling down’
You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (foreal)
Stickin’ to the code, stickers on the coupe I’m still puttin’ rims on (Forgiato)
Chain dancin’ like I caught it in the end zone
Yeah
What’s it gon’ take for you to see
They can’t fuck with me
I been doin’ it for a minute and I’m saying that humbly
Might be something; to you but you know it ain’t nothin to me
[Love Me Some More]
(Pooh You A Fool For This One)
Foreal
Yeah
You know I’m thuggin for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I’m on
Loving you is easy
Call me when you need me
Had a vision stay strategic
Took a risk to feed my people
Ain’t no substance in my music what they say you must ain’t listen
Come around they stealin’ sauce
Stay the fuck from around my kitchen
Fuck a witness I was in it
I was ridin’ I was with it
They the same when I was finished
Now it’s Gucci Louie denim
Now it’s groupies taking pictures
Speedin’ on the road to riches
She too trill she hold my pistol
I broke her heart and I can’t fix it
Money counter
Money counter it keep goin’
They hop out and get right on you
Boy don’t try to be heroic
… when it be snowin’
Might get wet you ride this wave
Put that hammer to his head
I make him Atlanta Braves
Made it through what can I say
Be the boss you gotta pay
They believe us adding pressure
She hit me when she want pleasure
I went shopping with the extras
Pay that fee they come and catch you
Ain’t too good with writing letters
Boo I hope you get the message
Foreal
Yeah
You know I’m thuggin’ for sure
Pray for your boy,
They hate that I’m on
So love me some more
I’m on drugs till they gone
Keep it real when I’m wrong
Keep it real when I’m wrong
I’m on drugs till they gone
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