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INTERLUDE Video (MV)




Performed By: Picasso
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: Charles Watson




Picasso - INTERLUDE Lyrics




Jaded, f*ck it I'm faded
Oh look what you done created
I'm nothing to play with
I done been all types of places
I done seen all types of faces
Niggas with all types of cases
Bitches that's all types of bad
With no BBL and got ass
And still do whatever I ask
She got her own money and bags, so she'll never ask
Don't mean a thing if she play she get axed
I'm not the one for the games less it's chess
I will not work for a thing but a check
Don't want your attention just need my respect
I grind I can't see momma sweat
No lie I can't see my regrets
I treat it like L's and move on
I'm fly I can see why they stressed
Haters always show they true form

Light the spliff and get high, clear the shit from my mind
Casso world this is mine
Weirdos like to tell lies, can't relate to they kind
Casso world this is mine
Millionaire state of mind, millionaire state of mind
Casso world this is mine
Me I like to make money, always make way for mine
Casso world

I been up smoking and thinking all kind of shit
I do not want you around if you counterfeit
You make a way they try find ways to counter it
Seen so much hate I done lost like all count of it
Like all count of it
Levitate I go up where the mountains at
To relate you need smoke least a ounce of it
Haters thinking that I won't amount to shit
I just tune them out like shh don't f*ck up my count again
Casso world this is mine
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Jaded, f*ck it I'm faded
Oh look what you done created
I'm nothing to play with
I done been all types of places
I done seen all types of faces
Niggas with all types of cases
Bitches that's all types of bad
With no BBL and got ass
And still do whatever I ask
She got her own money and bags, so she'll never ask
Don't mean a thing if she play she get axed
I'm not the one for the games less it's chess
I will not work for a thing but a check
Don't want your attention just need my respect
I grind I can't see momma sweat
No lie I can't see my regrets
I treat it like L's and move on
I'm fly I can see why they stressed
Haters always show they true form

Light the spliff and get high, clear the shit from my mind
Casso world this is mine
Weirdos like to tell lies, can't relate to they kind
Casso world this is mine
Millionaire state of mind, millionaire state of mind
Casso world this is mine
Me I like to make money, always make way for mine
Casso world

I been up smoking and thinking all kind of shit
I do not want you around if you counterfeit
You make a way they try find ways to counter it
Seen so much hate I done lost like all count of it
Like all count of it
Levitate I go up where the mountains at
To relate you need smoke least a ounce of it
Haters thinking that I won't amount to shit
I just tune them out like shh don't f*ck up my count again
Casso world this is mine
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Writer: Charles Watson
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