Don’t Cry Phil Adé (Ft. Trevor Jackson)

[Intro]
(Hold up)

[Verse 1: ADÉ]
Veronica and Kourtney both say they wan' call me
If one caught me with the other, there's gon' be court fees
Courtside, these seats bread, you know it cost me
Bottom line, don't give head, you don't support me (Hah)
Poor me, gotta get it back on tour (Get it on tour)
Can't a young nigga get money anymore? (Anymore)
The morgue where I put a new rapper when I record
I deserve this Virgil, Louis, put it with Dior (Uh-huh)
Ear studded, wrist flooded, gotta love it
I'ma do it for you, if you loyal, then it's nothing
She get her own checks, still put an apron on
A lady in the street, but she Apryl Jones when she

[Chorus: Trevor Jackson]
Freak me in the morning, I mean everybody can
But they don't know how to make love to me, love to me
Girl, I need you to do more for me, more for me
Girl, I know you can freak me in the morning, I mean everybody can
But they don't know how to make love to me, love to me
Girl, I need you to do more for me, more for me

[Post-Chorus: Trevor Jackson]
I'ma take you places you don't go
Introduce you to some people you don't know
Used to call you on the phone, I call you baby now
You ain't been the same since I came around
Girl, you know you fuckin' with the G.O.A.T.
Know you like the Henny down your throat, throat, throat
Brought a pre-roll, know you love to smoke, smoke, smoke
Bring your girlfriends if they gon' go, go, go