Admit one
Admit one
Admit one
Let em in
Let me in
Let me in
Admit one
Cash on collide
Put the bills on her spine
I called, you replied
Stop wasting my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She calling me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don't want catastrophes
Don't want problems with me
Don't have the capacity
I stay in Givenchy
I keep my hoes in double C's
I keep my boys in double G's
I'm gonna give you my soul
And the unseeable part of me
The weekends are taking a toll
Turning up drinking so heavenly
I do not argue on phones
I hate you, but we meant to be
Want my security code
Starting drama already
On the weekends I drink tequila
Her friend take shots by the liter
The dJ he playing that ether
Dance floor have you seen her
In a club, in New York
And she bad, so she twerk
After club, popping corks
Drive for food, engine roars
For that rice, I use forks
5am, just left work
My cologne from Dior
Shirt from Givenchy
Stop with the broken promises
Yea what ever They empty
My homies are pharaohs
And I keep some queens with me
Got a homie
He keep a strap
He'll pop yo ass
Just like that
Retrograde
Mercury
Im an hour late
Admit one
Admit one
Rap for fun
Tote a gun
Got your bitch
You gone run
Look around
That shit done
Cash on collide
Put the bills on her spine
I called, you replied
Stop wasting my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She call me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don't want catastrophes
Don't want problems with me
Don't have the capacity
I stay in Givenchy
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Admit one
Admit one
Admit one
Let em in
Let me in
Let me in
Admit one
Cash on collide
Put the bills on her spine
I called, you replied
Stop wasting my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She calling me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don't want catastrophes
Don't want problems with me
Don't have the capacity
I stay in Givenchy
I keep my hoes in double C's
I keep my boys in double G's
I'm gonna give you my soul
And the unseeable part of me
The weekends are taking a toll
Turning up drinking so heavenly
I do not argue on phones
I hate you, but we meant to be
Want my security code
Starting drama already
On the weekends I drink tequila
Her friend take shots by the liter
The dJ he playing that ether
Dance floor have you seen her
In a club, in New York
And she bad, so she twerk
After club, popping corks
Drive for food, engine roars
For that rice, I use forks
5am, just left work
My cologne from Dior
Shirt from Givenchy
Stop with the broken promises
Yea what ever They empty
My homies are pharaohs
And I keep some queens with me
Got a homie
He keep a strap
He'll pop yo ass
Just like that
Retrograde
Mercury
Im an hour late
Admit one
Admit one
Rap for fun
Tote a gun
Got your bitch
You gone run
Look around
That shit done
Cash on collide
Put the bills on her spine
I called, you replied
Stop wasting my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She call me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don't want catastrophes
Don't want problems with me
Don't have the capacity
I stay in Givenchy
Admit one
Admit one
Let em in
Let me in
Let me in
Admit one
Cash on collide
Put the bills on her spine
I called, you replied
Stop wasting my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She calling me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don't want catastrophes
Don't want problems with me
Don't have the capacity
I stay in Givenchy
I keep my hoes in double C's
I keep my boys in double G's
I'm gonna give you my soul
And the unseeable part of me
The weekends are taking a toll
Turning up drinking so heavenly
I do not argue on phones
I hate you, but we meant to be
Want my security code
Starting drama already
On the weekends I drink tequila
Her friend take shots by the liter
The dJ he playing that ether
Dance floor have you seen her
In a club, in New York
And she bad, so she twerk
After club, popping corks
Drive for food, engine roars
For that rice, I use forks
5am, just left work
My cologne from Dior
Shirt from Givenchy
Stop with the broken promises
Yea what ever They empty
My homies are pharaohs
And I keep some queens with me
Got a homie
He keep a strap
He'll pop yo ass
Just like that
Retrograde
Mercury
Im an hour late
Admit one
Admit one
Rap for fun
Tote a gun
Got your bitch
You gone run
Look around
That shit done
Cash on collide
Put the bills on her spine
I called, you replied
Stop wasting my time
It do not matter
I can find one way badder
She call me Lucifer Lucifer
After all I spent on her
Don't want catastrophes
Don't want problems with me
Don't have the capacity
I stay in Givenchy
Writer: Marcus Mathelier
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