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[Verse 1]
Hard to tell if you wanna stay
Don’t need an invitation
For moves I want you to make
Coy but, boy, be sure, don’t you wait
Swear I want you the same way
Boy, I’ll give you the ring

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 2]
And they say time is the
Time is the enemy
Why waste it now?
I’ve been ready
Hope we can move onto better things
Knowing that you can change it
Boy, I’ll give you the reins

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 1]
Hard to tell if you wanna stay
Don’t need an invitation
For moves I want you to make
Coy but, boy, be sure, don’t you wait
Swear I want you the same way
Boy, I’ll give you the ring

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 2]
And they say time is the
Time is the enemy
Why waste it now?
I’ve been ready
Hope we can move onto better things
Knowing that you can change it
Boy, I’ll give you the reins

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 1]
I can still shut down a party
I can hang with anybody
I can drink whiskey and red wine
Champagne all night
Little Scotch on the rocks and I’m fine, I’m fine

[Chorus]
But when I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Curled up on the floor in a Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

[Verse 2]
I can kiss somebody brand new and not even think about you
I can show up to the same bar
Hear the same songs in my car
Baby, your memory it only hits me this hard

[Chorus]
When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Curled up on the floor in a Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

[Bridge]
I ain’t even drunk, I ain’t even drunk
And I’m thinking
How I need your love, how I need your love
Yeah, it sinks in

[Chorus]
When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger! YSL for life
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up some digits..
We got London On Da Track!

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m leanin’ like I’m on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with wishes
You know its a drought when you grind and can’t flip it
I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
Montana
Mama gon’ slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We run through them bitches, we run through the hundreds
I rolled in the Bentley, I’m talkin’ the drama shit
Me and my niggas gon’ fuck up the summer, yeah
This summer we puttin’ the numbers yeah (check, check)
Feelin’ like Meechy, I’m feelin’ like Meechy
I jump out that ‘Ghini and lift up the door (skrrt, skrrt)
They said they ballin’ and we say we ballin’
And somebody please tell me what is the score
Woah, woah, woah, somebody please tell me what is the score
We up by 30, that money is dirty
Them bricks in the ceilin’, a mil in the floor

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I’ma keep a red flag cause I’m boolin’
I know some roller spaces, I could dually
Yeah, yeah I’m screamin’ oh my god like Cooly
When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I’ve been gettin’ money before the music, fuck Pandora
I just do this shit when I get bored

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Outro: Young Thug]
We got London On Da Track!

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, we roll these bitches like they centipedes
We get this money, flip some hundreds then we blow some Gs
I gave her life and then I showed her Bs
We fucked the world but now we overseas
Inside of the car, we stashed a hundred bricks
We put it down and hit the town, we ’bout the money trips
Wait, the ice is rollin’ cause we’re rollin’, bitch
Flakes, the dope is colda cause we’re polar, bitch
I answer the call and put her right beside me
Two, we ’bout that woop like them brand new Spyders
Keep your mouth closed, boy, cause we’re aim and fire
I just might one night her, show love and wife her
I’m bangin’ green like the lizard in Geico
I pull up and wet you, burn your top like Michael
I got bullets bigger than fingers in rifles
It’s big Bs with a hundred Gs in each one of my pockets

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m not gon’ pass, I’ma smash ’em
She want that nut so I blast her
My Bentley grey like a pastor
Whippin’ that snow, no Alaska
Good head, she got her masters
Shawty a long way from dumb
Your money flat like a plasma
Good kush, smoke is the bomb
I drink that Act while you be drinkin’ red
I don’t fall in love, I run over it instead
Hey, babe, bobble, that big ol’ head
I’m like, “lil baby, I don’t know your kid”
I keep my pistol I’ll give you the lead
They 3 deep I call ’em Ed, Edd and Eddy
Baby take a picture, get that photo cred
She make me lean back like a sofa bed

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
So I told my bitch where the stash at
If I get locked then I know she know where the cash at
She a red-bottom killa her ass fat
If I light one up then she gettin’ fucked up she like “pass that”
If she ride shotty and it come down to it she’ll blast at
And Lord knows that my niggas is hard but she past that
And forgive me yo ’cause I think that I’m having a flashback
Then in Miami I rented the mansion
She backed out the driveway and crashed that
But we living our life, no hashtag
Shopping sprees, 4 or 5 k, pull hard on your bag tags
I got good dick for your bad ass
Can’t slow down this fast cash so we take trips and don’t pack bags

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team