Before I was dreamin’
When I made these P’s, man, I thought I was leanin’
That ain’t my ting
Now it’s, “Baby, when can you see me?”
Tell me, my bad gyal, now, I’m in my feelings
Tell me, my bad gyal, now, I’m in my feelings
You lookin’ at me, lookin’ like I’m millionaire
When I’m out here grindin’, I think that you didn’t guess
That that start like a star, baby, go ahead
Bad B on my line
She tellin’ me, she tellin’ me she won’t take mine
I’m a freaky Virgo, now, show me your zodiac sign
Amy wanna boss man
Amy wanna wine and dine
(Take that, take that)
Used to be, used to be chicken and chips
Now, we uptown, we do our current shit
Used to be me and bands
And the ting done chillin’ in the back of the whip
So, when the money came
N***** changed up, never been the same
And I ain’t sayin’ names
But the shit that n***** would do for fame
Listen, who’s that princess?
You’re safe, girl, when I brush these ones on my hit list
“Phone up”, said the misses
Gucci, go on your FaceTime, blow some kisses
I remember the days you would cry when I cook
Do you know? See, I’m jailhouse missin’
Two service, she likes holdin’ my line
‘Cause she out the biscuits
Feevees I’m chewin’
She got a top, where it come from?
How does she do it?
The man a keep on assuming
She knows that the J’s can’t do it
The Po-Po blew it
She played her cards right, she a keeper, I knew it
Face and bumper, I say I need to pursue it
Fresh BB, oh, she stand for the T, oh
She knows I’m lookin’
Before I was dreamin’
When I made these P’s, man, I thought I was leanin’
That ain’t my ting
Now it’s, “Baby, when can you see me?”
Tell me, my bad gyal, now, I’m in my feelings
Tell me, my bad gyal, now, I’m in my feelings
You lookin’ at me, lookin’ like I’m millionaire
When I’m out here grindin’, I think that you didn’t guess
That that start like a star, baby, go ahead
I’ve been runnin’ from the bus
Now, I’m runnin’ from the taxman
Say the location, Santan
I ain’t sayin’ no words, but I’ll hang man
Listen, on the way now, I’m irritated
There no Sat Nav, ain’t enough use of a flashback
I remember when love didn’t cost man nothin’
And it’s mad now, all of my joints want handbags
Shit, it coulda been us, we weren’t trippin’
Shit, it coulda been us, we weren’t bitchin’
All this fake love, man, I can’t listen
Cut man off and no losin’
Yo, where did gyal holdin’ down real n*****?
And that crack, TT, gyal, we love the best
Man, cap this PG and go feed off her ting
Big, big up my crew like, shit
Before I was dreamin’
When I made these P’s, man, I thought I was leanin’
That ain’t my ting
Now it’s, “Baby, when can you see me?”
Tell me, my bad gyal, now, I’m in my feelings
Tell me, my bad gyal, now, I’m in my feelings
You lookin’ at me, lookin’ like I’m millionaire
When I’m out here grindin’, I think that you didn’t guess
That that start like a star, baby, go ahead
