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Friends tell me I am crazy
That I’m wasting time with you
You’ll never be mine
That’s not the way I see it

‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Whenever you’re with me
People always talk about reputation
I don’t care about your other girls

Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser
I don’t care what you do to them

Just be good to me
Friends seem to always listen
To the bad things that you do
You never do them to me

You may have many others
But I know when you’re with me
You are all mine
People always talk about reputation

I don’t care about your other girls
Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser

I don’t care what you do to them
Just be good to me

Love is a game of chances
So I’ll take my chance with you
And you boy won’t ever change
We talk about it and I’d

Rather have a piece of you
Than all or nothing
Just be good to me
In the morning

Just be good to me
In the afternoon all evening
Just be good to me
The time is calling

I won’t tie you down
When you need me
I’ll be around
I’ll be good to you

We could be together
Be together

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

[Verse 1]
I said I had to get off, so what you think I’m doing?
Blue faces, buying gold, always been a Bruin
Except for when they losing, then I gotta keep it moving
People asking what I’m doing, money convos keep it flowing
Claiming you [?] cracking up
I’m with your girl when she back it up
Pass me the sticks and I’m acting up, knocking it out and she [?]
Do it for fans and the clapping up
Walking in Gucci, they rack it up
I swear these Benjamins standing up
I put up to sleep when I’m stacking up
Mo’ money, got less problems
People looking like, "How about it?"
You rent it, I buy it
Diamonds wet but they never clouded
I’m a rebel, them [?] rowdy
Best believe we ’bout to bout it
Best believe my [?]
Balling hard with no boundaries

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

[Verse 2]
Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up
Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain’t talking drugs
I ain’t on the corner, I ain’t selling rock, I ain’t selling rock banging with the thugs
I be on the court, yeah I push the rock
Cause balling, balling, balling what I love
Pay attention, listen closely I won’t say it twice
Married to the game, I tattoo it like I [?] my wife
I put in early mornings, yeah, and I’m grinding late night
Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain’t talking dice
Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike
But you can catch me in the G, and you know it’s all-white
On the court I’m making plays, and in the booth I’m making slappers
I always kept it real, I ain’t never been no actor

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

I don’t look for trouble
Trouble looks for me
That’s how it always been
That’s how it’s gonna be
I’m lookin’ down on you
You’re lookin’ up to me
I’ve never saw you comin’
You’ve never saw me
I can’t explain who I am

Cause there’s no excuses
This is who I’m meant to be
There’s no regrets, I don’t care if you believe
There’s no excuses
This is who I choose to be
I don’t look for trouble, trouble looks for me!
Raarghhhh!

Does it confuse you?
I fuckin’ used you
I got just what I want and what I wanna do
You won’t destroy me
You just annoy me
I’m sitting here on top
So fuck your trophy!
I can’t explain how I am

Cause there’s no excuses
This is who I’m meant to be
There’s no regrets
I don’t care if you believe
There’s no excuses
This is who I choose to be
I don’t look for trouble
Trouble looks for me

Get some!

Cause there’s no excuses
This is who I’m meant to be
There’s no regrets
I don’t care if you believe
There’s no excuses
This is who I choose to be
I don’t look for trouble
Trouble looks for me
Trouble looks for me!
Raarghhhh!

[Chorus]
Oh, I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Verse 1]
You pick the time and the place
Dont know how much this hurts
I gave him my heart to break
Now I know he broke yours first
Lyin’ right there in my bed
While he was lying to you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools?

[Pre-Chorus]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

[Chorus]
Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Verse 2]
You can blame me if it helps
That’s what a good wife would do
But you’re only cheating yourself
Choosing him over the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

[Chorus]
Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Bridge]
Oh, woah
Diane, Diane
Oh, woah
Diane
Oh, I’d rather you hate me then not understand
Oh, Diane

[Outro]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that