[Intro]
Hello?
Hello
Hey, I'm recordin' right now, let me text you, I'll call you in a little bit, alright?
Alright, I'ma text you
[Chorus]
How you movin'? Backstage at the show, with some mad freaks (Yeah)
On the road, please don't call my phone, you know how I be (Yeah)
In my zone, buy another fit, switch my whole persona (Yeah)
Feel like Toosii, when I'm on the stage, I sing her favorite song
Other girl, she be out the way, but she look like Rihanna
Bought some Prada, she back at the crib, she whippin' enchiladas (Yeah)
What's the problem? I gave you the world, she can't give me nada
What you mean? I can't do a thing you won't do for me (Yeah)
[Verse]
Obviously, I ran up a check, they say they proud of me
In New York, just straight off the plane, do a shopping spree
I'm in London, just ran up some money feel like Central Cee
She like, "Where your swag, boy, where your swag?" Out the galaxy
She like, "Where your swag, boy, where your swag?"
"Where your swag, boy, where your swag?" I'm out the galaxy
They already know, you ain't gotta stare, you can take a flick
Turn the flash on, them diamonds movin' like Sha'Carri on me
Don't feel sorry for me, pressure, it be hardly on me
Would you rather cry inside a bus or a Ferrari on me? (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't feel sorry for me, pressure, it be hardly on me
Gucci tiger print all on my bag like a safari on me
I just hope they light the whole city up when I'm performin'
You can keep the fake shit 'cause I don't want it
In my face like he want shit for free
I can't do shit for that boy if he ain't doin' shit for me
'Cause I'm sorry, I just doubled up my racks up by the mornin' (Yeah)
Out the way, on my own so I just do this shit for free (Yeah)
Look, I'm sorry I just doubled up my racks up by the mornin'
I don't know, wakin' up and I just see another fee
And I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm sorry, I just doubled up my racks up by the mornin'
Hello?
Hello
Hey, I'm recordin' right now, let me text you, I'll call you in a little bit, alright?
Alright, I'ma text you
[Chorus]
How you movin'? Backstage at the show, with some mad freaks (Yeah)
On the road, please don't call my phone, you know how I be (Yeah)
In my zone, buy another fit, switch my whole persona (Yeah)
Feel like Toosii, when I'm on the stage, I sing her favorite song
Other girl, she be out the way, but she look like Rihanna
Bought some Prada, she back at the crib, she whippin' enchiladas (Yeah)
What's the problem? I gave you the world, she can't give me nada
What you mean? I can't do a thing you won't do for me (Yeah)
[Verse]
Obviously, I ran up a check, they say they proud of me
In New York, just straight off the plane, do a shopping spree
I'm in London, just ran up some money feel like Central Cee
She like, "Where your swag, boy, where your swag?" Out the galaxy
She like, "Where your swag, boy, where your swag?"
"Where your swag, boy, where your swag?" I'm out the galaxy
They already know, you ain't gotta stare, you can take a flick
Turn the flash on, them diamonds movin' like Sha'Carri on me
Don't feel sorry for me, pressure, it be hardly on me
Would you rather cry inside a bus or a Ferrari on me? (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't feel sorry for me, pressure, it be hardly on me
Gucci tiger print all on my bag like a safari on me
I just hope they light the whole city up when I'm performin'
You can keep the fake shit 'cause I don't want it
In my face like he want shit for free
I can't do shit for that boy if he ain't doin' shit for me
'Cause I'm sorry, I just doubled up my racks up by the mornin' (Yeah)
Out the way, on my own so I just do this shit for free (Yeah)
Look, I'm sorry I just doubled up my racks up by the mornin'
I don't know, wakin' up and I just see another fee
And I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm sorry, I just doubled up my racks up by the mornin'
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