作词 : Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks Mccollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
作曲 : Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks Mccollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
It's a cold Sunday to complain
I hold it in until it rain
I fought demons after fame
I spent millions on terrain
I treat my ***** just like Diana
Pretty princess hold the Fanta
2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her a*s look fatter
We gon' catch him outside he don't got no money for the backup
I ran thirty million in the ground baby now I'm back up
She a city girl I'm the real reason that she act up
Mmh
She talk back I make her pack up send her home on Spirit
Something in my spirit made me not believe I'm feared
Mmh
I know ******* period so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
Single but I'm creepin' my main ***** don't need a headache
Ouu
Half a mill' on Maybachs tires flat I never drive 'em
Mmh
Pretty h*es need stylin' Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'
Tweakin' out on Collins in my veins the m***y throbbin'
Geekin'
Rich as hell still robbin' ain't no love the way I'm rockin'
Bentley color gobblin forest green the lane I'm hoggin'
Spin
Wrap the P like swallin' get it through yo' ******* noggin
D**n
Money first I'm always dialed in
Uh Krrt
Moneys first I'm always dialed in is that a problem
Go
I made m's off a TV like I work for Viacom
Doggy didn't stay for long he left when the sirens rung
Flyest n***as we turn ******* BD's into tire stabbers
I could've put out wild fires at the house behind barbed wire
Twenty-five but living like I'm fifty with three kids
All these ******* in my biz five-hundred thousand on my *****
Uh
**** if you don't like me
I'ma still get fetti more than likely
It's enticing
I'll die for my respect
It's Us