Mustard on the beat, ho!
Been tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall
5'10", feelin' 8 feet tall
Coldplay, bands in my G star
And yours ain't the same ones that these are
Sunset, she just wanna see the stars
Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all
Rosé, take one to the brain
Cobain, rollin' up romaine
Mix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens
Big team, yeah them bitches cheerlead
Came through in the clutch, hit the last shot
And you was on the sideline like a mascot
West side
Twist it up, knew I wasn't rich enough
Back then when I was gettin' kitchen cuts
But right now it's Dita frames when you picture us
See unique, Rolex, they same clothes, same hoes
Everywhere that I go, I think I seen 'em all
Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all
Key the car, sound just like a dinosaur
Martin Luther, I got everything that you was fightin' for
Underrated but I'm overpaid, puttin' in overtime
This shit ain't happen overnight, my nigga Nijah know the grind
All my chains is shoulder length and all these bitches show me love
And most these niggas broke as shit, I got broke-nigga-phobia
Go green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to
I'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room
I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot
And you was on the sideline like a mascot
I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me
She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes
Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods
I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug
Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough
To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was
I might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you
Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion
Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on
Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on
We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean
Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter
Kid Ink - Summer In The Winter Album Lyrics
Kid Ink - Summer In The Winter Lyrics
Writer: DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, NICHOLAS AUDINO, BRIAN COLLINS, LEWIS HUGHES, TE WARBRICK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Real Recognize
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Pair of J's kicking down your doorway
You know what it is, I gotta get mine
You know what it is, only real recognize
Wake up in the morning and the first thing
Going through my head is money on my mind
I don't do good on the first date (nope)
Because I'll be thinking dollars with your ass by my side
Riding like I'm tryna get first place
Pull up, Corvette, to a court date
Kissin' on the blunt like foreplay
You know what it is (4K)
I need every single chain one-four-K
Neck so cold, in the summer need a north face
Ice baby, sorbet
I went from eating government to gourmet
I could never go back to the old days
But I swear this new money got me in my old ways
I've been killing all this niggas (hold up)
Doing forensics
Pair of J's kicking down your doorway
You know what it is, I gotta get mine
I don't make bets, need a sure play
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
I'm sitting back chilling with my old friends
Some of them are with me since kickstands
Most of them disappeared like quicksand
He don't know the kind they don't reach them
I'm talking dead presidents, nigga, sixth sense
Swear more money, more problems, how this shit been
I ain't tryna complain nigga, just vent
These niggas thinking they shinin', but it's just them (woah)
Let me grab my shades and adjust them
Stylist, watch and a nigga dress them
I'm just being blunt, roll one to my young face
Niggas think I'm passing, audible, run play
Puff puff, pump fake, shawty wanna ball break
Let her get one take, just left a lunch date
Eatin' over here, why you tryna get your cum straight
I'm coming to the plate, running for the saint
Pair of J's kicking down your doorway
You know what it is, I gotta get mine
I don't make bets, need a sure play
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
Real, recognize real
I got a couple pills for the night
I just took flight, flight attendant telling me to put away my device
Remember in the days when I felt so deprived, now I'm cuttin' up a check and dividin' the pie with the team
Everything ain't always what it seems, check the seam of these 31/32 jeans
You know what it is, only
Recognize
Recognize
Pair of J's kicking down your doorway
You know what it is, I gotta get mine
You know what it is, only real recognize
Wake up in the morning and the first thing
Going through my head is money on my mind
I don't do good on the first date (nope)
Because I'll be thinking dollars with your ass by my side
Riding like I'm tryna get first place
Pull up, Corvette, to a court date
Kissin' on the blunt like foreplay
You know what it is (4K)
I need every single chain one-four-K
Neck so cold, in the summer need a north face
Ice baby, sorbet
I went from eating government to gourmet
I could never go back to the old days
But I swear this new money got me in my old ways
I've been killing all this niggas (hold up)
Doing forensics
Pair of J's kicking down your doorway
You know what it is, I gotta get mine
I don't make bets, need a sure play
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
I'm sitting back chilling with my old friends
Some of them are with me since kickstands
Most of them disappeared like quicksand
He don't know the kind they don't reach them
I'm talking dead presidents, nigga, sixth sense
Swear more money, more problems, how this shit been
I ain't tryna complain nigga, just vent
These niggas thinking they shinin', but it's just them (woah)
Let me grab my shades and adjust them
Stylist, watch and a nigga dress them
I'm just being blunt, roll one to my young face
Niggas think I'm passing, audible, run play
Puff puff, pump fake, shawty wanna ball break
Let her get one take, just left a lunch date
Eatin' over here, why you tryna get your cum straight
I'm coming to the plate, running for the saint
Pair of J's kicking down your doorway
You know what it is, I gotta get mine
I don't make bets, need a sure play
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
You know what it is, only real recognize
Real, recognize real
I got a couple pills for the night
I just took flight, flight attendant telling me to put away my device
Remember in the days when I felt so deprived, now I'm cuttin' up a check and dividin' the pie with the team
Everything ain't always what it seems, check the seam of these 31/32 jeans
You know what it is, only
Recognize
Recognize
Writer: Brian Todd Collins, Dijon McFarlane, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Promise
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Kid Ink:]
Always, ugh
You straight
[Fetty Wap:]
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
[Kid Ink:]
I do tell you what you wanna hear
Hope it don't go in and out of one ear
You the only one that I wanna stare at in the mornin'
Girl cause you one of them
Dime pieces rollin' up with me, it's no keisha
Shawty don't ring the bell, she got a key set
Your girl for rent and mine on the leases, leave it
If you tryna holla at her
You gotta do more than throw a dollar at her
My girl got a Chanel and Prada habit
Everything automatic but I know it matter
[Fetty Wap:]
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
[Kid Ink:]
I promise that I'm just tryna be honest that
I ain't got time for no side bitch
I'm already tryna make time for your fine ass, woah
Baby girl you straight
No boo baby, no more scrapes
I used to be a dog but it's no more strays
And the way that I ball on you, no more fades, aw
You the real deal, graduated University of Trillville
But when that bitch come out you gon' Kill Bill
Somethin' bout that shit that' so cute and I still feel like
[Fetty Wap:]
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
Girl I know you like me
Come and be my wifey
Cannot do it like me
Shouldn't take me lightly
Girl I know you like me
Come and be my wifey
Cannot do it like me
Shouldn't take me lightly
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
[Kid Ink:]
Kid Ink
Always, uh
You straight
[Kid Ink:]
Always, ugh
You straight
[Fetty Wap:]
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
[Kid Ink:]
I do tell you what you wanna hear
Hope it don't go in and out of one ear
You the only one that I wanna stare at in the mornin'
Girl cause you one of them
Dime pieces rollin' up with me, it's no keisha
Shawty don't ring the bell, she got a key set
Your girl for rent and mine on the leases, leave it
If you tryna holla at her
You gotta do more than throw a dollar at her
My girl got a Chanel and Prada habit
Everything automatic but I know it matter
[Fetty Wap:]
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
[Kid Ink:]
I promise that I'm just tryna be honest that
I ain't got time for no side bitch
I'm already tryna make time for your fine ass, woah
Baby girl you straight
No boo baby, no more scrapes
I used to be a dog but it's no more strays
And the way that I ball on you, no more fades, aw
You the real deal, graduated University of Trillville
But when that bitch come out you gon' Kill Bill
Somethin' bout that shit that' so cute and I still feel like
[Fetty Wap:]
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
Girl I know you like me
Come and be my wifey
Cannot do it like me
Shouldn't take me lightly
Girl I know you like me
Come and be my wifey
Cannot do it like me
Shouldn't take me lightly
I love the way you stare
At me when you look my way
This is something you should hear
Baby would you come my way
There is nothin' else to fear
Girl come with me, you straight
This is somethin' you should hear
I promise you, you straight
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
Girl come with me, you straight
I promise to be great
I promise you, you straight
I promise to be great
[Kid Ink:]
Kid Ink
Always, uh
You straight
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, LEWIS HUGHES, NICHOLAS AUDINO, WILLIE MAXWELL, DIJON MCFARLANE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rewind
[Akon:]
Nights like this gotta get a little crazy
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss, time to get a little crazy
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
I pressed rewind
I think I might've missed somethin'
All the messages that I get from
Your body callin', saying come and get some
Rewind, let me get a better listen
First name, last name, put you on a listin'
We could go for rounds like listin'
Pound for pound I got that OG
Stop lookin' around, this were you 'pposed be
Come in, take a seat with me
The line outside like the DMV
And I heard you was lookin' for the TNT in me
Baby girl I could blow your mind
[Akon (Kid Ink):]
You got that good shit that's hard to find
You got that oh yeah, you know me love you long time
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do)
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do baby)
[Akon:]
Nights like this
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
I pressed rewind
I'm all yours
From where I'm sitting baby girl I got a good view
I'm all yours
And the way I've been shooting lately ain't no way that I could lose
Champagne and Tequila, ain't no way I could choose one
I just mix it all in my solution
Make sure there's no confusion
You got that bomb pussy, I know just how to defuse it
Snake hiss swishin' to your hair like Medusa
Let me get you high baby, all the way to Jupiter
It's the time for you to choose, I know you in the mood
I can tell how you move to the music
[Akon (Kid Ink):]
You got that good shit that's hard to find
You got that oh yeah, know me love you long time
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do)
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do baby)
[Akon:]
Nights like this
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
I pressed rewind
Bust it open for me baby
Booty floatin' like a milkshake
Face just like coco
But my baby's loco
Stay livin' YOLO
Like we're doin' a bando
[Akon (Kid Ink):]
You got that good shit that's hard to find
You got that oh yeah, know me love you long time
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do)
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do baby)
[Akon:]
Nights like this gotta get a little crazy
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss, time to get a little crazy
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
Throwin' that back like I pressed rewind
Nights like this gotta get a little crazy
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss, time to get a little crazy
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
I pressed rewind
I think I might've missed somethin'
All the messages that I get from
Your body callin', saying come and get some
Rewind, let me get a better listen
First name, last name, put you on a listin'
We could go for rounds like listin'
Pound for pound I got that OG
Stop lookin' around, this were you 'pposed be
Come in, take a seat with me
The line outside like the DMV
And I heard you was lookin' for the TNT in me
Baby girl I could blow your mind
[Akon (Kid Ink):]
You got that good shit that's hard to find
You got that oh yeah, you know me love you long time
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do)
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do baby)
[Akon:]
Nights like this
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
I pressed rewind
I'm all yours
From where I'm sitting baby girl I got a good view
I'm all yours
And the way I've been shooting lately ain't no way that I could lose
Champagne and Tequila, ain't no way I could choose one
I just mix it all in my solution
Make sure there's no confusion
You got that bomb pussy, I know just how to defuse it
Snake hiss swishin' to your hair like Medusa
Let me get you high baby, all the way to Jupiter
It's the time for you to choose, I know you in the mood
I can tell how you move to the music
[Akon (Kid Ink):]
You got that good shit that's hard to find
You got that oh yeah, know me love you long time
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do)
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do baby)
[Akon:]
Nights like this
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
I pressed rewind
Bust it open for me baby
Booty floatin' like a milkshake
Face just like coco
But my baby's loco
Stay livin' YOLO
Like we're doin' a bando
[Akon (Kid Ink):]
You got that good shit that's hard to find
You got that oh yeah, know me love you long time
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do)
I wanna know about all the good things and the bad things
(That we could do baby)
[Akon:]
Nights like this gotta get a little crazy
Taking all these shots like
I can't miss, time to get a little crazy
She throwin' that back like
I pressed rewind
Throwin' that back like I pressed rewind
Writer: Brian Todd Collins, Aliaune Thiam, Maurice Simmonds, Dijon McFarlane, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Blowin Swishers Pt. 2
[Starrah:]
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck 50, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't nobody f*ck with me, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Police finna ?, blowin' swishers out the window
Everywhere we go we faded, blowin' swishers out the window
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Blowin' swishers out the window
[Kid Ink:]
Okay, I'm ridin' through the city blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers like nintendo, extendo the blunt lit long like a limo
Puf Puf pass give it back like a rental, for real though, man this whole thing I can face it,
for real though these bitches caught the vapers, hot box nigga need a lil' ventilation
This motherf*ck paper, this niggas suck the gation
Ugh!
Rollin' rolled up in the rover, attitude like the one time it never pulled me over,
got the tool in the backseat, in case these niggas try me, put the tool in the stash spot case you hit a siren
[Starrah:]
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck 50, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't nobody f*ck with me, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Police finna hate it, blowin' swishers out the window
Everywhere we go we faded, blowin' swishers out the window
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Blowin' swishers out the window
[Kid Ink:]
Since the beginning blowin' swishers first time that I did it
And a nigga felt like Mike Tyson when I hit it
Roll up Just like [?] when I spend it all my last 20$ bet a young nigga spend it
For real though stuff it like a pillow, say she don't smoke but she make me pop a pill though
My eyes all red and them bitches sittin' rillo
It's me and Mike Avilac, who got a cigarillo
Police finna hate it, I'm rollin' so sadated
I'm rollin' with no plate, you pull me over niggas skatin'
Roll bounce bow wow size blunt as tram
You been holdin' on that swisher for a minute
I'm just sayin' nigga
[Starrah:]
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck 50, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't nobody f*ck with me, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Police finna hate it, blowin' swishers out the window
Everywhere we go we faded, blowin' swishers out the window
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck 50, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't nobody f*ck with me, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Police finna ?, blowin' swishers out the window
Everywhere we go we faded, blowin' swishers out the window
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Blowin' swishers out the window
[Kid Ink:]
Okay, I'm ridin' through the city blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers like nintendo, extendo the blunt lit long like a limo
Puf Puf pass give it back like a rental, for real though, man this whole thing I can face it,
for real though these bitches caught the vapers, hot box nigga need a lil' ventilation
This motherf*ck paper, this niggas suck the gation
Ugh!
Rollin' rolled up in the rover, attitude like the one time it never pulled me over,
got the tool in the backseat, in case these niggas try me, put the tool in the stash spot case you hit a siren
[Starrah:]
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck 50, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't nobody f*ck with me, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Police finna hate it, blowin' swishers out the window
Everywhere we go we faded, blowin' swishers out the window
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Blowin' swishers out the window
[Kid Ink:]
Since the beginning blowin' swishers first time that I did it
And a nigga felt like Mike Tyson when I hit it
Roll up Just like [?] when I spend it all my last 20$ bet a young nigga spend it
For real though stuff it like a pillow, say she don't smoke but she make me pop a pill though
My eyes all red and them bitches sittin' rillo
It's me and Mike Avilac, who got a cigarillo
Police finna hate it, I'm rollin' so sadated
I'm rollin' with no plate, you pull me over niggas skatin'
Roll bounce bow wow size blunt as tram
You been holdin' on that swisher for a minute
I'm just sayin' nigga
[Starrah:]
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck 50, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't nobody f*ck with me, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Police finna hate it, blowin' swishers out the window
Everywhere we go we faded, blowin' swishers out the window
Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, KEVIN ERONDU, BRITTANY HAZZARD, JORDAN HOLT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Same Day
It's a blessing (and now we make it)
No questions now
I went from rags to riches
To f*cking with the baddest bitch (f*cking with baddest)
In my section
It's a blessing, no questions, egh
Got paid, flipped it all - in the same day
Pool party in the club - in the same day
Just met and I could hit it - in the same day
Land in your city, take off - in the same day (in the same day)
I got paid f*cked her all - in the same day (same day)
Pool party in the club
We, in this bitch all night
Been doing this all day I know
The way that my car rides (alright)
Feel like back to the future I go
Got everything on ice
Feel like it's 40 below
I just need her like
Swear when you hit this shit girl you gon' flow
Go ahead, suck it up
Just got paid tryna f*ck it up
My bottle like your bottle 'til you drunk enough
Any time you need a piece baby [?]
And when you trying to leave baby hit the deuce
And a seven nigga bitches hit at you
Valet ticket then I hit the coup
If you ain't in my circle, you ain't in the loop
I went from rags to riches
To f*cking with the baddest bitch (f*cking with baddest)
In my section
It's a blessing, no questions, egh
Got paid, flipped it all - in the same day
Pool party in the club - in the same day
Just met and I could hit it - in the same day
Land in your city, take off - in the same day (in the same day)
I got paid f*cked her all - in the same day (same day)
Pool party in the club
I, just might hit both
She brought her friend, just might hit both (uh-uh)
In the same day, shots up, gameface
You better get your bank cause she ain't saying
With me and all my niggas in the same place
We went from rags to getting fast money
Ain't nothing but a traffic ticket
You niggas still crashing the game
You still need a pass in the city
I see them trying to catch my way
I hit them with the pass in the [?]
Started, star, was on my yard
Smelling like money and we get [?]
No sticks and no seeds on my flowers
Spent your whole weekend in 24 hours
I went from rags to riches
To f*cking with the baddest bitch (f*cking with baddest)
In my section
It's a blessing, no questions, egh
Got paid, flipped it all - in the same day
Pool party in the club - in the same day
Just met and I could hit it - in the same day
Land in your city, take off - in the same day (in the same day)
I got paid f*cked her all - in the same day (same day)
Pool party in the club
No questions now
I went from rags to riches
To f*cking with the baddest bitch (f*cking with baddest)
In my section
It's a blessing, no questions, egh
Got paid, flipped it all - in the same day
Pool party in the club - in the same day
Just met and I could hit it - in the same day
Land in your city, take off - in the same day (in the same day)
I got paid f*cked her all - in the same day (same day)
Pool party in the club
We, in this bitch all night
Been doing this all day I know
The way that my car rides (alright)
Feel like back to the future I go
Got everything on ice
Feel like it's 40 below
I just need her like
Swear when you hit this shit girl you gon' flow
Go ahead, suck it up
Just got paid tryna f*ck it up
My bottle like your bottle 'til you drunk enough
Any time you need a piece baby [?]
And when you trying to leave baby hit the deuce
And a seven nigga bitches hit at you
Valet ticket then I hit the coup
If you ain't in my circle, you ain't in the loop
I went from rags to riches
To f*cking with the baddest bitch (f*cking with baddest)
In my section
It's a blessing, no questions, egh
Got paid, flipped it all - in the same day
Pool party in the club - in the same day
Just met and I could hit it - in the same day
Land in your city, take off - in the same day (in the same day)
I got paid f*cked her all - in the same day (same day)
Pool party in the club
I, just might hit both
She brought her friend, just might hit both (uh-uh)
In the same day, shots up, gameface
You better get your bank cause she ain't saying
With me and all my niggas in the same place
We went from rags to getting fast money
Ain't nothing but a traffic ticket
You niggas still crashing the game
You still need a pass in the city
I see them trying to catch my way
I hit them with the pass in the [?]
Started, star, was on my yard
Smelling like money and we get [?]
No sticks and no seeds on my flowers
Spent your whole weekend in 24 hours
I went from rags to riches
To f*cking with the baddest bitch (f*cking with baddest)
In my section
It's a blessing, no questions, egh
Got paid, flipped it all - in the same day
Pool party in the club - in the same day
Just met and I could hit it - in the same day
Land in your city, take off - in the same day (in the same day)
I got paid f*cked her all - in the same day (same day)
Pool party in the club
Writer: JORDAN HOLT, ZIHIRR MITCHELL, BRIAN COLLINS, DIJON MCFARLANE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again (flip that shit)
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
(I do what I want) I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank (okay)
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
Watch me run it up, baby you can chase
I sell water to a whale then take that shit to Wells
Teller, what's the balance? She say that you're doin' well
Well, well, doin' well, 'member back when we was broke?
No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin' old
Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I'm the ATM
And I check my bank account more than you check your Instagram
Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this f*ckin' dank
Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank
Since a youngin' I've been tryna eat, show me where the plate
I'm just tryna eat, let me say my grace
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I do what I want, act an ass in this bitch
I done lost count again, seen the ass on my chick
All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the address
Countin' all this dirty money got my house in a mess
Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts
I still know niggas with kis that's givin' out piano lessons
Said that's some shit you ain't know, your party I will rain on
Watch it disappear, I make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh
Whip it, horseback ridin' in the 'Rari
I'm Usain runnin' through my city for coins like Mario
Every time I party at the crib, it's like Mardi Gras
Baby throw that money maker, I'm just tryna withdraw
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again (flip that shit)
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
(I do what I want) I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank (okay)
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
Watch me run it up, baby you can chase
I sell water to a whale then take that shit to Wells
Teller, what's the balance? She say that you're doin' well
Well, well, doin' well, 'member back when we was broke?
No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin' old
Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I'm the ATM
And I check my bank account more than you check your Instagram
Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this f*ckin' dank
Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank
Since a youngin' I've been tryna eat, show me where the plate
I'm just tryna eat, let me say my grace
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I do what I want, act an ass in this bitch
I done lost count again, seen the ass on my chick
All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the address
Countin' all this dirty money got my house in a mess
Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts
I still know niggas with kis that's givin' out piano lessons
Said that's some shit you ain't know, your party I will rain on
Watch it disappear, I make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh
Whip it, horseback ridin' in the 'Rari
I'm Usain runnin' through my city for coins like Mario
Every time I party at the crib, it's like Mardi Gras
Baby throw that money maker, I'm just tryna withdraw
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
Writer: MARLIN BONDS, BRIAN COLLINS, DAVID DOMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Summer In The Winter
[Omarion:]
Tell me what your body wanna know
Fly you anywhere you wanna go
Baby I just really wanna know
[Kid Ink & Omarion:]
I know I've been gone for a minute
Just made it back to the city
Lil' mama got the shorts on, in December
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
[Kid Ink:]
We out in L.A
These bitches all tryna show their belly
It's a poolside party at the telly
This my city, ain't nothin' you could tell me
But I still ride
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I knew she was from the dark side
Cause soon as she walked in the door she wanted wi-fi
Woah, it's about a hundred in the Valley
It's about a 4 hour drive to Vegas
11 A.M. they in bikinis half naked
Just dropped out of college, all year, spring-breakin'
Take off my shirt, say I'm tatted like Jose
Tell you've been tannin', your skin look like Rosé
Your body, I'll throw a stack for
Off the backboard, she came back for it
[Kid Ink & Omarion:]
I know I've been gone for a minute
Just made it back to the city
Lil' mama got the shorts on, in December
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
[Kid Ink:]
It feel like summer in the winter
It feel like I hit the game winner
I went from a bucket to a Bentley
And now I'm hittin' donuts in that bitch 'til I'm dizzy
But I still ride
Hit the corner like I did a drive-by
I know, it was like 2
And you still walkin' around in your bathin' suit
Hot damn, I'm sayin'
The more that you dance is a chance that I might not control my hands
From them hands
I went downtown and hit Club Sands
But ain't nothin' like Tootsies out in MIA
Where them Latin girls like ven aqui
I alley oop off the backboard
Throw a stack for it, she came back for it
[Omarion & Kid Ink:]
It comes at no surprise
We do this all the time
Every day is like the weekend
It feels like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
Every day is like the weekend
It feels like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
[Kid Ink:]
I know I've been gone for a minute
Just made it back to the city
Lil' mama got the shorts on, in December
It feel like the summer in the winter, y'all
It feel like the summer in the winter
It feel like the summer in the winter, y'all
It feel like the summer in the winter
It feel like
[Omarion & Kid Ink:]
Tell me what your body wanna know
Fly you anywhere you wanna go
Baby I just really wanna know
Can we just link up?
Can we just link up?
I just really really wanna
It feel like the summer in the winter, y'all
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
Tell me what your body wanna know
Fly you anywhere you wanna go
Baby I just really wanna know
[Kid Ink & Omarion:]
I know I've been gone for a minute
Just made it back to the city
Lil' mama got the shorts on, in December
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
[Kid Ink:]
We out in L.A
These bitches all tryna show their belly
It's a poolside party at the telly
This my city, ain't nothin' you could tell me
But I still ride
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I knew she was from the dark side
Cause soon as she walked in the door she wanted wi-fi
Woah, it's about a hundred in the Valley
It's about a 4 hour drive to Vegas
11 A.M. they in bikinis half naked
Just dropped out of college, all year, spring-breakin'
Take off my shirt, say I'm tatted like Jose
Tell you've been tannin', your skin look like Rosé
Your body, I'll throw a stack for
Off the backboard, she came back for it
[Kid Ink & Omarion:]
I know I've been gone for a minute
Just made it back to the city
Lil' mama got the shorts on, in December
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
[Kid Ink:]
It feel like summer in the winter
It feel like I hit the game winner
I went from a bucket to a Bentley
And now I'm hittin' donuts in that bitch 'til I'm dizzy
But I still ride
Hit the corner like I did a drive-by
I know, it was like 2
And you still walkin' around in your bathin' suit
Hot damn, I'm sayin'
The more that you dance is a chance that I might not control my hands
From them hands
I went downtown and hit Club Sands
But ain't nothin' like Tootsies out in MIA
Where them Latin girls like ven aqui
I alley oop off the backboard
Throw a stack for it, she came back for it
[Omarion & Kid Ink:]
It comes at no surprise
We do this all the time
Every day is like the weekend
It feels like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
Every day is like the weekend
It feels like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
[Kid Ink:]
I know I've been gone for a minute
Just made it back to the city
Lil' mama got the shorts on, in December
It feel like the summer in the winter, y'all
It feel like the summer in the winter
It feel like the summer in the winter, y'all
It feel like the summer in the winter
It feel like
[Omarion & Kid Ink:]
Tell me what your body wanna know
Fly you anywhere you wanna go
Baby I just really wanna know
Can we just link up?
Can we just link up?
I just really really wanna
It feel like the summer in the winter, y'all
It feel like the summer in the winter, aw yeah
Writer: TE WHITI WARBRICK, NICHOLAS AUDINO, DIJON MCFARLANE, BRIAN TODD COLLINS, LEWIS HUGHES, KHALED ROHAIM, OMARI GRANDBERRY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Good Idea
[Kid Ink:]
I think that it's a good idea (it ain't wrong)
I think that it's a good idea (you ain't home)
I think that it's a good idea (still you)
I think that it's a good idea (came through)
In fact, it's a good idea
You can bring that ass here
Acting like you had that pill
Where your cup? When the last time you had refill?
Young [?] on that can't stop, won't stop
Green light, running through the city like [?]
Seem like we the only niggas in the street with it
Bees like honeycomb chain about the beehive
I think I'm going loco-motion
Flying 'round the world, no loco-motive
Saying you the man only locals-notice
Make the bitches disappear hocus-pocus
[Bia & Kid Ink:]
See you don't normally do it, but you gon' do it for me
He don't know it mean more for me
If you whip that shit, go ahead flip that shit
I think it's a good idea, we get up outta here
Get up! (Get up!)
Get up! (Get up!)
I think that it's a good idea (Get up!)
Good idea, we get up outta here
Good idea (Get up!)
I think that it's a, good idea we get up outta here
[Kid Ink:]
Uh, I need a pick in the post
It feel like I'm always picking the pose
Because everybody want a picture of the boss
Just don't ever picture me broke
I be trying to move this, silence
Fee-fi-fo, but I'm like a giant
Niggas say I'm late but it's perfect timing
Then pull up but I pull off in sirens
M I A in this winter
Out in LA feel like summer in the winter
It feel like somebody is watching
I look around and it's the whole f*cking party
[Bia & Kid Ink:]
See you don't normally do it, but you gon' do it for me
He don't know it mean more for me
If you whip that shit, go ahead flip that shit
Because it's a good idea, we get up outta here
Get up! (Get up!)
Get up! (Get up!)
I think that it's a good idea (it ain't wrong)
I think that it's a good idea (you ain't home)
I think that it's a good idea (still you)
I think that it's a good idea we get up outta here
[Kid Ink:]
I think that it's a good idea you get your ass involved
Even if you ain't got no ass at all
Point guard players then I pass them off
By the way could somebody get your ass [?]
It's a movie up in here, tryna cast the role
All these bitches call em casserole
Lookin' like Miley with your cameltoe
All the Victoria Secrets I ain't told
Talkin' about groceries, baby, what's for dinner (good idea)
I'll be in LA, feel like summer in the winter
It feel like somebody is watching
I swear you niggas is worse than the paparazzi
[Kid Ink & Bia:]
I think that it's a good idea (Get up!)
I think it's a good idea that we get up outta here
I think that it's a good idea (it ain't wrong)
I think that it's a good idea (you ain't home)
I think that it's a good idea (still you)
I think that it's a good idea (came through)
In fact, it's a good idea
You can bring that ass here
Acting like you had that pill
Where your cup? When the last time you had refill?
Young [?] on that can't stop, won't stop
Green light, running through the city like [?]
Seem like we the only niggas in the street with it
Bees like honeycomb chain about the beehive
I think I'm going loco-motion
Flying 'round the world, no loco-motive
Saying you the man only locals-notice
Make the bitches disappear hocus-pocus
[Bia & Kid Ink:]
See you don't normally do it, but you gon' do it for me
He don't know it mean more for me
If you whip that shit, go ahead flip that shit
I think it's a good idea, we get up outta here
Get up! (Get up!)
Get up! (Get up!)
I think that it's a good idea (Get up!)
Good idea, we get up outta here
Good idea (Get up!)
I think that it's a, good idea we get up outta here
[Kid Ink:]
Uh, I need a pick in the post
It feel like I'm always picking the pose
Because everybody want a picture of the boss
Just don't ever picture me broke
I be trying to move this, silence
Fee-fi-fo, but I'm like a giant
Niggas say I'm late but it's perfect timing
Then pull up but I pull off in sirens
M I A in this winter
Out in LA feel like summer in the winter
It feel like somebody is watching
I look around and it's the whole f*cking party
[Bia & Kid Ink:]
See you don't normally do it, but you gon' do it for me
He don't know it mean more for me
If you whip that shit, go ahead flip that shit
Because it's a good idea, we get up outta here
Get up! (Get up!)
Get up! (Get up!)
I think that it's a good idea (it ain't wrong)
I think that it's a good idea (you ain't home)
I think that it's a good idea (still you)
I think that it's a good idea we get up outta here
[Kid Ink:]
I think that it's a good idea you get your ass involved
Even if you ain't got no ass at all
Point guard players then I pass them off
By the way could somebody get your ass [?]
It's a movie up in here, tryna cast the role
All these bitches call em casserole
Lookin' like Miley with your cameltoe
All the Victoria Secrets I ain't told
Talkin' about groceries, baby, what's for dinner (good idea)
I'll be in LA, feel like summer in the winter
It feel like somebody is watching
I swear you niggas is worse than the paparazzi
[Kid Ink & Bia:]
I think that it's a good idea (Get up!)
I think it's a good idea that we get up outta here
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, CHRISTOPHER FEATHERSTONE, JUSTIN FEATHERSTONE, MATTHEW FEATHERSTONE, WILLIAM FEATHERSTONE, BRITTANY HAZZARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Thats On You
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Nigga that's on you!
My day just popped
Your night goin' slow
That's on you!
Tryna keep up with a youngin'
Got them pockets on low
Nigga that's on you!
She came here alone
Shouldn't have let her leave home
That's on you!
It's all on you
Nigga, that's all on you
Know the check, nigga all on me
Shawty she in love with the best
I give it to her all on B'
Let me see you dance in [?]
While I roll up one for insomnia
We gon' be up 'til mañana
Wake up in my club clothes, no pyjamas
Swear that they writing my style like Mirana's
I can't even shop in the mall for designer's
You still tryna figure out who designed them
I'm tryna make LA the home of the Niners, I'm home
Somebody need to get this niggas paid
I swear they be hatin' like a job
Back up, they ain't far enough
Tryna act like it's all of us, but..
Nigga that's on you!
My day just popped
Your night goin' slow
That's on you!
Tryna keep up with a youngin'
Got them pockets on low
Nigga that's on you!
She came here alone
Shouldn't have let her leave home
That's on you!
I paid my dues, don't get it all confused
It's all on you
(It's all on you)
I'm all out of champagne
Poppin' like a Uzi
It's 'bout three
Just left out of Hooray's
Nigga just made a blu-ray
Runnin' from the lady outside selling bouquets
OG only flower that I want
You can keep that sour in your blunt sheet
Lookin' for the nose candy, Willy Wonka
Money don't grow, I feel like I found one tree
Tryna roll like I once see
Three point five doing a hundred from zero
My year just flashed forward
You still tryna find exposure
Nigga that's on you!
My day just popped
Your night goin' slow
That's on you!
Tryna keep up with a youngin'
Got them pockets on low
Nigga that's on you!
She came here alone
Shouldn't have let her leave home
That's on you!
I paid my dues, don't get it all confused
It's all on you
I don't know where your mind at
I don't waste no time, yeah
You gon' get left behind here
I don't know where your mind at
I don't waste no time, yeah
You gon' get left behind here
Nigga that's on you!
I paid my dues, don't get it all confused
It's all on you
It's all on you, baby
Nigga that's on you!
My day just popped
Your night goin' slow
That's on you!
Tryna keep up with a youngin'
Got them pockets on low
Nigga that's on you!
She came here alone
Shouldn't have let her leave home
That's on you!
It's all on you
Nigga, that's all on you
Know the check, nigga all on me
Shawty she in love with the best
I give it to her all on B'
Let me see you dance in [?]
While I roll up one for insomnia
We gon' be up 'til mañana
Wake up in my club clothes, no pyjamas
Swear that they writing my style like Mirana's
I can't even shop in the mall for designer's
You still tryna figure out who designed them
I'm tryna make LA the home of the Niners, I'm home
Somebody need to get this niggas paid
I swear they be hatin' like a job
Back up, they ain't far enough
Tryna act like it's all of us, but..
Nigga that's on you!
My day just popped
Your night goin' slow
That's on you!
Tryna keep up with a youngin'
Got them pockets on low
Nigga that's on you!
She came here alone
Shouldn't have let her leave home
That's on you!
I paid my dues, don't get it all confused
It's all on you
(It's all on you)
I'm all out of champagne
Poppin' like a Uzi
It's 'bout three
Just left out of Hooray's
Nigga just made a blu-ray
Runnin' from the lady outside selling bouquets
OG only flower that I want
You can keep that sour in your blunt sheet
Lookin' for the nose candy, Willy Wonka
Money don't grow, I feel like I found one tree
Tryna roll like I once see
Three point five doing a hundred from zero
My year just flashed forward
You still tryna find exposure
Nigga that's on you!
My day just popped
Your night goin' slow
That's on you!
Tryna keep up with a youngin'
Got them pockets on low
Nigga that's on you!
She came here alone
Shouldn't have let her leave home
That's on you!
I paid my dues, don't get it all confused
It's all on you
I don't know where your mind at
I don't waste no time, yeah
You gon' get left behind here
I don't know where your mind at
I don't waste no time, yeah
You gon' get left behind here
Nigga that's on you!
I paid my dues, don't get it all confused
It's all on you
It's all on you, baby
Writer: KHALED ROHAIM, DIJON MCFARLANE, NICHOLAS VALENTINO AUDINO, LEWIS BERESFORD HUGHES, BRIAN COLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Time Out
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
'Cause you always trippin'
Always trippin'
As soon as my cell phone die
You think that I'm out there trickin'
What I'm gon' do?
Walk in the room and it's bitches all 'round
Said, if you was here
I wouldn't be actin' no different, calm down
I know you got spies in the room
Tryna act like they eyes to the room
Tryna see if I'ma pour a girl a drink
She just need a little ice for her juice
I got no reason to lie
I got no DMs to hide
And you ain't got no place to go
It's 3 in the morning
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
I, don't understand why
Why you like wasting my time
Talkin' 'bout shit, and women that's irrelevant
I know that you're tired, girl you been runnin' your lips
Show me some pics
Damn, you prolly got pics
Prolly look worse than it really is
Now I gotta fix it and buy you some heels in the Hills
You only wear Js when they match mine
Girl this ain't nothin' like the last time
I know that we had a couple issues
And you think I'm just sayin' that I miss you
But I got no reason to lie
I got no DMs to hide
And you tryna play
Like you won't forget me in the morning
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, said
Right now
I'm right here, girl
Why you so loud?
Time out, said
Right now
You're always killin' the mood
That shit ain't you
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
'Cause you always trippin'
Always trippin'
As soon as my cell phone die
You think that I'm out there trickin'
What I'm gon' do?
Walk in the room and it's bitches all 'round
Said, if you was here
I wouldn't be actin' no different, calm down
I know you got spies in the room
Tryna act like they eyes to the room
Tryna see if I'ma pour a girl a drink
She just need a little ice for her juice
I got no reason to lie
I got no DMs to hide
And you ain't got no place to go
It's 3 in the morning
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
I, don't understand why
Why you like wasting my time
Talkin' 'bout shit, and women that's irrelevant
I know that you're tired, girl you been runnin' your lips
Show me some pics
Damn, you prolly got pics
Prolly look worse than it really is
Now I gotta fix it and buy you some heels in the Hills
You only wear Js when they match mine
Girl this ain't nothin' like the last time
I know that we had a couple issues
And you think I'm just sayin' that I miss you
But I got no reason to lie
I got no DMs to hide
And you tryna play
Like you won't forget me in the morning
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, said
Right now
I'm right here, girl
Why you so loud?
Time out, said
Right now
You're always killin' the mood
That shit ain't you
Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately
I might have to put you on time out
Poppin' off like you're not my baby
I might have to put you on time out
Said time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Time out, time out
I might have to put you on time out
Writer: Brian Todd Collins, Khaled Rohaim, Nicholas Audino, Lewis Hughes, Dijon Mcfarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
