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[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides for
We can head for the shore
Or some place we’ve never been before
Just climb in and close the door
We’ve got nothing to answer for

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 2]
Reach out and take my hand
We got the radio pumping jams
We don’t got no map and we don’t got plans
We don’t gotta follow anyone’s demands
Feel the wind blowing in your hair
The sun on your face and a song in the air
We can go as fast as we ever dare
Until we see tomorrow in the rearview mirror

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And yeah, I belong with you

[Bridge]
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you

[Chorus]
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 1]
Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
And you won’t say the words that i want but you flirt when you’re drinkin’
I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf
I’m asking you baby ’cause i’m tired of asking myself

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it is or what it isn’t
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Outro]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand

[Verse 1]
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night
I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice
One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart
I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Verse 2]
I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue
My heart listens to the sound of your war drum
Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods
I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Bridge]
No one’s walking the line like you
Blowing smoke in my eyes like you
I got nothing to hide, if I kiss you, might die
No one’s giving me life like you

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus – Extended]
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova (casanova, ooh)
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Outro]
Casanova fucked me over
Now you’re all I’m thinking of