I called you up to say; What up.
When a real n**** calls you, pick it up. Girl.
And them heels is like; What you running for?
Them shades is like; What you looking for?
That clock is like; What you waiting for? Girl.
You can bet your a** I stay dutching.
When these after parties got those Kate Upton's.
I told my little brother; We're the same, cousin.
These chickens and their feelings has got my name buzzing.
They are standing on the table, screaming; Watch me.
They are bougie but they couldn't spell. Fosace. Yeah.
It's hard to keep a distance like Bonacci.
When every time I am trying, something stops me. Yeah.
Promethazine's and Robert Kelly's.
Red cups for my bad luck.
What the f*** can n***** tell me?
I'm tired of running through the same ones.
So it's just me and my lonesome and that Jameson.
Everyone changes, some of them good, some bad.
We make our mistakes and hope we can take them back.
We're all trying to make it, why can't you understand.
That life is what happens when you are making other plans.
As I sit back stare at the glass in my hand, I'm drinking.
She called to say she wants coitus.
I don't know what that means I just really wanna hit it.
Ay. My trust don't got a limit.
My n***** down with me. I give a f*** about a critic.
Ay. We gonna hit like Geraldo.
Cause my new flow sounding like I'll see ya tomorrow.
These f*** n***** won't catch me off-guard, though.
They have gotta better chance in trying and finding Waldo.
Like Vincent. I Van Gogh the fringe.
I mix gins and ginseng.
These unspent's, I spent them.
Because up went the income. Dim sum and then some.
When a real n**** calls you, pick it up. Girl.
And them heels is like; What you running for?
Them shades is like; What you looking for?
That clock is like; What you waiting for? Girl.
You can bet your a** I stay dutching.
When these after parties got those Kate Upton's.
I told my little brother; We're the same, cousin.
These chickens and their feelings has got my name buzzing.
They are standing on the table, screaming; Watch me.
They are bougie but they couldn't spell. Fosace. Yeah.
It's hard to keep a distance like Bonacci.
When every time I am trying, something stops me. Yeah.
Promethazine's and Robert Kelly's.
Red cups for my bad luck.
What the f*** can n***** tell me?
I'm tired of running through the same ones.
So it's just me and my lonesome and that Jameson.
Everyone changes, some of them good, some bad.
We make our mistakes and hope we can take them back.
We're all trying to make it, why can't you understand.
That life is what happens when you are making other plans.
As I sit back stare at the glass in my hand, I'm drinking.
She called to say she wants coitus.
I don't know what that means I just really wanna hit it.
Ay. My trust don't got a limit.
My n***** down with me. I give a f*** about a critic.
Ay. We gonna hit like Geraldo.
Cause my new flow sounding like I'll see ya tomorrow.
These f*** n***** won't catch me off-guard, though.
They have gotta better chance in trying and finding Waldo.
Like Vincent. I Van Gogh the fringe.
I mix gins and ginseng.
These unspent's, I spent them.
Because up went the income. Dim sum and then some.