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[Intro]
I got big rocks jumpin’ out my brand new Patek watch
Ice ice baby, uh-huh, I got a whole lot
Niggas you’s a nobody, you ain’t got no bodies
These niggas they know ’bout it, these niggas know ’bout me

[Chorus]
Step up on the scene
Diamonds bling, these hoes scream
Checkerboard Louie V
I’m so fresh and so clean clean
Stuff them bands in my jeans
Slap them thirties in them things
Pull the trigger, let it sing
Then go smoke a Russian cream

[Verse 1]
I got money blue and green
Drop them racks on double G’s
Yeah, I’m a Gucci fiend
Feel like Tarzan, all these trees
I get so high I can’t breathe
Like LeBron, bitch I’m a king
But I never leave my heat
Yeah, what the fuck you mean
Hop in and hear the exhaust
Hit the gas, watch me get lost
Tell that bitch keep on her drawers, yeah
Yeah, ’cause you know I want them jaws, yeah
No you can’t text or can’t call, no
I got a bitch at the house, yeah
Give that ho straight to my dawg, yeah
Dunk that ho like basketball, uh
You know I’m all ’bout my figures
Young nigga gettin’ them digits
Young niggas goin’ gorilla
I heard you be talkin’ that peeler
Boy you know you not no killer
My chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds is ill, make you shiver
This codeine is eatin’ my liver
Uh, duh, I drink mud, yuh, pourin’ just because
On my rose I spent a dub, yuh, shinin’ like a bug
Buy that shit, don’t give a fuck
Yeah this hustlin’ in my blood
My heart cold, can’t show no love
Yeah my grandma raised a thug
Yeah I bought them racks out
Everything I cashed out
Left the lot, I smashed out
Come get your boss and cash out
Get high ’til I pass out
From the back, she pass out
Pull her tracks, she tap out
Big Glock make her spazz out

[Chorus]
Step up on the scene
Diamonds bling, these hoes scream
Checkerboard Louie V
I’m so fresh and so clean clean
Stuff them bands in my jeans
Slap them thirties in them things
Pull the trigger, let it sing
Then go smoke a Russian cream

[Verse 1]
Who hurt you, sadboy?
There’s a dark cloud above your head
Who hurt you, sadboy?
You act like you’re already dead
But you think too much
Yeah you think too much

[Verse 2]
Who hurt you, fashion boy?
There’s a dark cloud above your head
Who hurt you, sadboy?
You act like you’re already dead
But you think too much
Probably drink too much

[Spoken]
Bathe in that blue light baby
Cos here comes the night
Your truest friend…

[Outro]
I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love?
I was just waiting for this not to hurt

I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love?
I was just waiting for this not to hurt

I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love?
I was just waiting for this not to hurt

I was waiting
(What you waiting for?)
Waiting for anything to happen
(What you waiting for?)
Waiting for love?
I was just waiting for this not to hurt

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

[Intro]
Woo!
Huh!

[Verse 1]
What you sippin’ on that got you talking crazy?
Lookin’ at me sideways, always coming at me
Why you, why you acting hard when you just a baby?
Boy, I keep it real with you, but you trying to play me

[Pre-Chorus]
Have you lost your mind?
Open up your eyes
Huh!

[Chorus]
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe
Someone else
Your mama raised you better than that, huh!

[Verse 2]
What you sippin’ on that got you talking crazy? (Hey!)
Lookin’ at me sideways (Woo!), always coming at me
Why you, why you acting like you never met a lady?
I don’t disrespect you, don’t you disrespect me

[Pre-Chorus]
Have you lost your mind? (lost your mind)
Open up your eyes
Huh!

[Chorus]
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe
Someone else
Your mama raised you better than that, huh!

[Post-Chorus]
Your mama raised you better than that (that’s right)
Cause Your mama raised you better than that

[Bridge]
Have you lost your mind?
Open up your eyes (your eyes)
Huh!

[Chorus]
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with (confused me with)
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe (no excuses, no, no)
Someone else
Your mama raised you better than that, huh! (how she raise you?)

[Outro]
You must’ve confused me (Hey! Come on), confused me with
Your mama raised you better than, better than that
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe
Your mama raised you better than that, huh!
(she raised you better than that)

[Hook]
Yeah you know I’ve been ballin’, aye
Yeah you know I’ve been ballin’, aye
Everyday I’m shot calling
Imma spray champagne
Make it rain
Just to let you know
I’ve been ballin’, aye
Yeah I’ve been ballin’, yeah
Just to let you know I’m ballin’
Imma spray champagne
Make it rain
Just to let you know

[Verse 1]
Tell her hater get up off my face, yeah
I’ve been ballin since like yesterday, yeah
All this money all up in the way, yeah
All this money in the way
You know that I’m walking with the bank
Water, water, diamond on my ring
You know that I’m rocking Phillip Lim yeah (Phillip Lim)
You know that I’m

[Hook]
Yeah you know I’ve been ballin’, aye
Yeah you know I’ve been ballin’, aye
Everyday I’m shot calling
Imma spray champagne
Make it rain
Just to let you know
I’ve been ballin’, aye
Yeah I’ve been ballin’, yeah
Just to let you know I’m ballin’
Imma spray champagne
Make it rain
Just to let you know

[Verse 2]
Yeah
You cannot see me the windows is tinted, aye
Drive around right in that Bentley, aye
You drive around right in that Bentley, aye
But your shit it just be rented, aye
But that is none of my business, aye
Money won’t stop it go straight to the top, believe it or not just like Guinness aye
Yeah, she know I’m a rockstar
Looking at my chain, all my diamonds rock hard
Turnt all way up, I ain’t gettin tired
And if you wanna race, then we gonna riot

[Hook]
Yeah you know I’ve been ballin’, aye
Yeah you know I’ve been ballin’, aye
Everyday I’m shot calling
Imma spray champagne
Make it rain
Just to let you know
I’ve been ballin’, aye
Yeah I’ve been ballin’, yeah
Just to let you know I’m ballin’
Imma spray champagne
Make it rain
Just to let you know