[Intro]
Naw, for real
You got autotune on this one
Aw, that's why it sound like that
It don't sound fucked up or nothin', it sound straight, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus]
Ayy, I start my day, T, I'm on my way, what you got for me?
Tell me now if you ain't got it all, I hate when you lie to me
This bitch tell me she love me to death, I'm like, "Okay, die for me"
She way across the world, that pussy fire, I made her fly to me
I'm on the phone with the promotor, finna send some show money
I'm in New York right now, pocket full of blow money
They sittin' somewhere right now broke, takin' notes on me
I'll teach you how to cook long as you get the dope from me
[Verse]
Nigga, I ain't dyin' yet, I'm a living legend
Nigga, I ain't hearin' shit, play and I'ma stamp 'em
One-by-one, two-by-two 'til they get the message
I swear to God my life a movie, might end up on Netflix
She FaceTime, ask what I'm doin', told her, "Baby, text me"
She said, "I hate when you be doin' that, I feel neglected"
Sippin' red, countin' blues, blood said I'm set trippin'
Greg want a gram 'til Tuesday, that's when his check hit
I can't say what's on my mind, I thumb through racks with these hands
You don't know the shit I stomach, run up racks with these legs
In a house full of girl like a bachelor pad
Jump in the 'Cat, on the gas
Bitch, I'm back in my bag
Naw, for real
You got autotune on this one
Aw, that's why it sound like that
It don't sound fucked up or nothin', it sound straight, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus]
Ayy, I start my day, T, I'm on my way, what you got for me?
Tell me now if you ain't got it all, I hate when you lie to me
This bitch tell me she love me to death, I'm like, "Okay, die for me"
She way across the world, that pussy fire, I made her fly to me
I'm on the phone with the promotor, finna send some show money
I'm in New York right now, pocket full of blow money
They sittin' somewhere right now broke, takin' notes on me
I'll teach you how to cook long as you get the dope from me
[Verse]
Nigga, I ain't dyin' yet, I'm a living legend
Nigga, I ain't hearin' shit, play and I'ma stamp 'em
One-by-one, two-by-two 'til they get the message
I swear to God my life a movie, might end up on Netflix
She FaceTime, ask what I'm doin', told her, "Baby, text me"
She said, "I hate when you be doin' that, I feel neglected"
Sippin' red, countin' blues, blood said I'm set trippin'
Greg want a gram 'til Tuesday, that's when his check hit
I can't say what's on my mind, I thumb through racks with these hands
You don't know the shit I stomach, run up racks with these legs
In a house full of girl like a bachelor pad
Jump in the 'Cat, on the gas
Bitch, I'm back in my bag
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