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[Hook]
Got that right
Got that right
Got that right
Swerve in your lane, got that right away
Baby girl call I hit her right away (I do)
No more talk, I need mine today
No more talk, I need mine today
Try to compare it’s like night and day
If I’m far away she gone find a way
To this, drip
She gone, sip
For me
Drip
She gone, sip
For me

[Verse 1]
R&B nigga say I ain’t next up (I’m next up)
Watch yo bitch cause she gone text us (Text me)
Big booty bitch hit the [?] then text us (Text us)
I drive Lambo he drive Lexus
She know the difference
I ain’t regular, I go the distance
Hit my cellular, with the business
If he dissing us I hit his mistress
Woah woah
I swear to god I was owed this
They still rocking with the old shit
I need cash, I need more chips
Shawty bring that ass if you want this

[Hook]
Got that right
Got that right
Got that right
Swerve in your lane, got that right away
Baby girl call I hit her right away (I do)
No more talk, I need mine today
No more talk, I need mine today
Try to compare it’s like night and day
If I’m far away she gone find a way
To this, drip
She gone, sip
For me
Drip
She gone, sip
For me

[Verse 2]
This time I’m serious (So serious)
My life get furious
I need you naked at the drop of a dime
Shawty don’t waste my time
She pulling on my Gucci britches
I kick off my shoes like Givenchy
And she like Quee I don’t why you tripping
You the only nigga that be hitting it
But I told my nigga to try ya
And his phone, your number is in it
This hoe sweat she fire
But I swear that this hoe is some [?]
I won’t be tripping
Bout you, bout you, bout you
I’m a keep pimping
Got too, got too, got too
And this time I’m serious
Girl I’m serious, yeah yeah
Ain’t got no time for your love

[Hook]
Swerve in your lane, got that right away
Baby girl call I hit her right away (I do)
No more talk, I need mine today
No more talk, I need mine today
Try to compare it’s like night and day
If I’m far away she gone find a way
To this, drip
She gone, sip
For me
Drip
She gone, sip
For me

[Outro]
This time I’m serious (So serious)
My life get furious
I need you naked at the drop of a dime
Shawty don’t waste my time
Shawty don’t waste my time
Shawty don’t waste my time

[Intro]
What’s up boy
What up boy
Woo, Doo-Doo, Doo-Doo
Just gotta set the tone

[Chrous]
These hoes got problems with me (Problems with me)
Gucci straight falling on me (On me)
Prada’s on feet (Feet)
I don’t carry on with no beef (On with no beef)
I got people countin on me (Countin on me)

[Verse 1: Daysha]
I ain’t gonna sit here and argue with ya
I ain’t got time for that stupid shit
I wake up everyday with a point to prove
Ion really fuck with no lame niggas
Fake niggas wake and bake niggas
One thing i hate is some lazy hoes
Respect last longer than a check nigga
I ain’t have no handouts (Nope)
A bitch stay 10 toes down (Down)
Nigga ran off with my style (Style)
Made my mama then proud (Proud)
A bitch said she like my style (I know)
Ran up on your grounds (Bitch)
You don’t own your shit you borrow (No, no, no)
And i ain’t got time for no hoes
Yeah bitch you sorrow

[Pre-Chrous]
These hoes got problem with me (Problems with me)
Gucci straight falling on me (On me)
Prada’s on feet (Feet)
I don’t carry on with no beef (On with no beef)
I got people countin on me (Countin on me)

[Verse 2: TI]
First things first when i started this rappin shit none of y’all wasn’t even rappin (Stop playing)
Bitch i was laughing in fashion
When yo shit ain’t happen
Don’t make me get on your shit
And my ex keep on calling cause he want some conversation (What)
Im in relation
I don’t give a fuck what another nigga gotta say if ain’t my bae (Bitch)
What i look like arguing with somebody who don’t even make the same pay (Punk ass)
The same ones talking about ya be the same ones that turn around and as for a fav (What you need)
Everyone that doubted me now they working 9 to 5 like a slave (Slave)
I’m getting paid (Paid)
I’m dripping on drake’s (Drake’s) gettin more topping then cakes (AHHHHHH)

[Pre-Chrous]
These hoes got problems with me (Problems with me)
Gucci straight falling on me (On me)
Prada’s on feet (Feet)
I don’t carry with no beef (On with no beef)
I got people countin on me (Countin on me)

[Outro]
These hoes got problems with me (With me, With me)
Problems with me (With me)
Problems with me (With me)
These hoes got problems with me (Look at me, Look at me)
Problems with me (Look at me, Theses hoes)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
I’ma block her if she keep calling
Huh, Rich Forever, still balling
Maybach is [?]
BK that’s Jay Critch
I was broke, got a broke wrist
Hundred bands now I ice it

Bentley truck just me and Rich
Hundred bands gotta make it flip
I’m the man and she notice it
I got money now she can’t get over it

Huh niggas that hated, we balling
Pull up Bugatti, I’m sorry
I drop a dub on a ring
She want Chanel and Céline

She want Chanel and a ring
But she cannot get a thing
Rich Forever bitch I ball like the ref
She in the back of the ‘bach with Dex
Jugging up packs on packs, who next?
I need the racks on racks to flex
Call up my shooter he at your neck
I get the moolah, I fuck the rest

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 2: Jay Critch & Rich The kid]
Aye green cabbage gotta have it
Aye smoking jattic, living lavish
My bitch ain’t average, rockstar Zoe Kravitz
She seen the fabric Goyard, let me smash it

I’ma smash it, attack it, pass it
I’m bending the bitch over backwards
Rolling with too many bankrolls, hundos
I ran them up for the blue notes

Walk around with the green on me, like Rondo
Too much money that it can’t fold
Justo just got a elbow

Cash it, Rack it
Aye 50K on a back end

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Teaser]

Go go go, figure it out, figure it out
You can do this
Oh, my love don’t stop running
Got the sun right up in flames!

So you say, all you wanna be is remembered
I’ll make you go down in history
So you say, all you wanna be is remembered
Let me make you go down in history, baby

[Seinabo Sey:]
Let write you into history, darling
Let me sing you into eternity
So you say you just wanna be remembered
You just wanna be is remembered
Just wanna be remembered
So sing me words that no one’s heard
Split me an ocean (ooh)
Make my mountain move
Maybe I’ll remember you
Oh, baby, I’ll remember you
Show me a God that I can believe in
Show me some stars
Beneath this, beneath this ceiling
And I’ll remember you
Baby, I’ll remember you
And if I’m not the one
Holding the smoking gun
When the trumpets call
You can send me to the lord
Whatever we become
I was there before it all
When the morning comes
You can sing me to the sun

[Both:]
Walk on water
Take me to a space
So be blessed
Where I could ease my mind
I will remember you
I will remember you
I will remember you
I’ll remember you
And if I’m not the one
Holding the smoking gun
When the trumpets call
You could send me to the Lord
Whatever we become
I was there before it all
When the morning comes
You could sing me to the sun
You could sing me to the sun

[Both: reeats]
Remember me, remember me
Remember me under the sun