Tiny Shiny Objects Witt Lowry

[Chorus]
Damn (Lame), you're slacking
You talk too much, no action
Haha, I'm laughin'
No one can match the passion (Nah, nah)
Yeah, oh well
All bets are on myself (On me)
Come here, come hold this L
Your name don't ring any bells (Yah)

[Verse 1]
You're flexin' the money you made
Like, "Look at the money I'll pay for the name on my clothes"
I'm tired of all of the fake
Just wanna create, so no, I don't wanna post
I said what I said with my chest
Won't give me respect, or care, until I'm a ghost
Don't care 'bout your follower count
Or where you go out, or all of thе people you know
Yeah, that's facts
Think I might upgradе the pad
I'ma need more space for plaques
While you shit talk on an app
Yeah, callin' me trash, sittin' first class, attendant just asked, if I want a steak
Not commentin' back, I'm not even mad, reception is bad, 'cause I'm on a plane
Woo, yeah, they hate and never met ya
My team needs matchin' Teslas
Elon, might have to text ya
Woo, yeah, I'm hungrier than ever
Feel like I'm back at Nevers
Still focused on gettin' better
You fold under pressure, I never let pressure dictate the plan
I left the West around nine, it should be five when I land
I live my life for the moments, you live your life for the 'Gram
The time you spend on your captions I'd rather spend with the fam