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[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 1]
I was in Atlanta
She was 19
I was only 20
She was tryna scheme
She had nightmares
Me I had dreams
She had wants
Me I had needs
I don’t like to chill
Yeah I like to fuck
I don’t pop pills
Yeah I get drunk
Just throw it back
TBT
Every Sunday like CCD
You knew me back when
Before the back-ends
I made your back bend
Ooh
Now there’s a husband
But you don’t fuck him
Cause you don’t love him
Ooh

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 2]
Its been four long years since I seen you
Wouldn’t wanna be you
Its been four long years since I left you
But I ain’t forget you
So you pull up on me cause I say so
You still broke I’m paid though
Downtown buckhead bad latina from the block like J-Lo
All my chips got Queso
Yeah I’m tryna rub it in
Whole lotta money been comin’ in
Im’a come up I don’t know if you should come again

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

I’m just a broken instrument in the hands of the Greatest
So if the notes are off it’s ‘cause I ain’t nothin’ to play with
And you can fault me, but ain’t we all off key
Majorin’ in the minors like there ain’t no errors behind us
Somehow he still makes these melodies with my felonies
I ain’t buyin’ nothin’ they sellin’ me what you tellin’ me
Broken pieces actin’ like we ain’t cracked
Man we all messed up and cain’t no one escape that
We some broken people
Came from broken homes
Broken hearts inside of a broken soul
Alcoholics, the addicts
English, African, Arabs
Ain’t no riches to fix it
You still broke when you have it
If you ain’t breakin’ bad and you still chasin’ the habit
It ain’t no wonderland so we still chasing the rabbit
Ain’t a soul on the planet
That’s better than another
And we all need grace in the face of each other

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

From Heaven we all small
Can’t nobody buy tickets
You better have will call
That reaper he will call
They hurt just like me
Work just like me
Lust of the flesh the pride of life they flirt with like me
Regardless of our money we all broke together
And if we don’t swallow our pride we gon choke together
Tryna hold onto our lives with these clumsy hands
Fell off the wall of purity
Doing that Humpty dance
Forget the king’s horses
Forget the king’s men
The King is coming to put us back together again
Been fighting since my daddy left
Fighting for approval
Think I don’t know tryna get this world to love me is futile
We Tyler Durden won’t be the burden of being less
Than what we were made to be like being what they suggest
We are outsiders, outliers
Out cry is loud, the meek inherit the earth
And God opposes the proud

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
And I’ll always be home
And I’ll always be home

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

[Intro]
Say what
Huh
Say what
Say what
Yeen talkin bout no paper?
Let’s roll then

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

[Verse: 1]
Trynna get these stacks, nigga
Gotta watch them rat niggas
Better keep ya strap nigga
Go to church or clap niggas
I don’t fuck with rap niggas
I know real trap niggas
Bitch be like I’m that nigga
Skinny nigga, pockets bigger
I just flexed up on a hoe
She thought I was broke
I told her money funny
Then she thought I was a joke
Let me call Julio
Feel like smokin out the bowl
Ran a train
She like to smoke
Kick that thot hoe out the room

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

[Verse: 2]
Any nigga want to play
Super soak him
We gone spray
We gone clap, a bay bay
Money hungry, say my grace
I be [?] while they hate
[?] before I face him
Never worry bout no haters
Boy you better get some paper
Rollie tell the time
But I can’t give a bitch a minute
We got shooters
Bitch we hittas
I wanna getcha
They gone getcha
I just want the scrilla
[?] these niggas
The money, we got plenty
Yeah, bitches we got plenty

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Intro]
Baby .. what you all about
Baby show me what you all about

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
Baby I just wanna show you out
Come and show me what you all about
Made a promise to each other we gone hold it down
When you with me you ain’t got nothing to worry bout
Come jump in with me yea, and we gone ride out
We gone ride out , we gone ride , (skrt) we gone ride out

[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
When I first met you I was down for to get you baby
I remember the first time that I kissed you baby
No you won’t understand this way that I been living
Love it when I’m with you
No I can’t explain the feeling
No I can’t lie every time that I’m with you I love it when I see yo smile
We smoke on that loud, we sit and we talk
Every time we roll around
Fuck all these hoes my attention on you
You already know how I get down
They watching us but I’m strapped in this truck
Let em’ play and it’s going down
She don’t smoke but every time she with me we be faded
I’ll never change on you girl you my baby
Promise that I would protect you through any altercation
Code to my heart yea
You got the combination

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
Baby I just wanna show you out
Come and show me what you all about
Made a promise to each other we gone hold it down
When you with me you ain’t got nothing to worry bout
Come jump in with me yea, and we gone ride out
We gone ride out , we gone ride , (skrt) we gone ride out

[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Ima ape feel like that when I rock that bape shit
She say she like the way that I rock that supreme shit
Pull up on the scene they know who we is
Turnt up in the party we be kicking shit
Gone off these drugs but I ain’t never tripping cause I know you know what you doin’
You say you love the way I make you feel
Every time that we do it
People tell you fa to leave me alone but they got nothing to do what we doing
I’m on this journey I’m so glad you joined
I’m on this journey I’m so glad you joined
I swear that I’m so glad you joined
I swear that I"m so glad you joined

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
Baby I just wanna show you out
Come and show me what you all about
Made a promise to each other we gone hold it down
When you with me you ain’t got nothing to worry bout
Come jump in with me yea, and we gone ride out
We gone ride out , we gone ride , (skrt) we gone ride out