Sober

[Verse 1]

I just want my millions

She just want my millions

She want two-three million

It don't matter to me, all of it's like change

All of our life changed

Said all of the lights changed

Momma told me to stay with a black girl, she done went and got a white thang

Been in hell (Hell), if I did that, probably would've been in jail (Jail)

[Chorus]

Pop out in Beverly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill

Nowadays, I can't deal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah

She don't know how it feel, she can have all my mills, yeah

She don't understand where I'm coming from and I do get that

Sometimes I call your friends, see where your head at

Pop out in Bevеrly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill

Nowadays, I can't dеal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah

[Verse 2]

I need two cups with the ice please

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, with the ice please

Saint Laurent tag on the tight jeans

Struggle with sobriety, having night dreams

Yeah, yeah yeah, I'm sober, I'm sober I'm sober

I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober

I just want my millions, she just want my millions

She want two-three million

It don't matter to me, all of it's like change

I still talk to your friend just to check up on you

Even though you treat me like a fuck-boy, treat me like a fuck-toy atleast

Fuck all that, yeah, fuck all that (Fuck all that)

Those little bands, better tuck all that (Ayy)

I ain't really gotta talm 'bout that, yeah (Ayy)

This my time, now let's talm 'bout this year (Ayy)

How my diamonds in my ears solitaire? (Huh?)

How my diamonds in my ears shaped like pears?

Coincidence on a Beverly pier (Yeah)

Doing drills, and I ain't drop a tear (Woah)

[Chorus]

Pop out in Beverly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill

Nowadays, I can't deal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah

She don't know how it feel, she can have all my mills' yeah

She don't understand where I'm coming from and I do get that

Sometimes I call your friends, see where your head at

Pop out in Beverly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill

Nowadays, I can't deal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah

Sometimes you call your friends 'cause I'm tryna get back