FADED ​tana

[Intro]
Fuck all that other shit
I'm just tryna make some fuckin' money, nigga
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that other shit, haha
I'm just gettin' high, I'm just gettin' money, that's it, haha

[Chorus]
I'm on the way, flight to L.A., I'm gettin' paid (Uh-uh)
I brought a pound, blowin' it down, fuck is an eighth? (Life is good)
She fuck with the sound, fuck with the dreads and the band-aid (Uh-uh)
I brought a pound, rollin' up loud, shawty, I'm facin'
(I'm sayin' though, nigga, what the fuck goin'? Haha)
Goddamn, I'm faded (Uh-uh)
She act like she don't know my name (This shit crazy)
Oh-oh (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Oh-oh

[Verse]
I could tell this ho don't speak my language (Uh-uh)
I'm hangin' out, shawty, with my gang (See what I'm sayin'? Haha), oh (Mm-mm)
Soon as I get rich, bitch, I'm goin' name-less, hmm
Bitch, I'm backstage, trim on the mic
I see a bad bitch, book her a flight, huh
I'm on go, nigga, it's on sight, hmm
Strapped up just like a dyke, huh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
(I'm high as fuck)