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[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful?
I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through?

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful?
I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through?