Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Dead people in my jeans
Dead people in my dreams
Blah blah blah
All they do is talk shit
Rah rah rah
All I do is boss shit aye
I need a black chick like Bria
So she can throw it back like tequila
And I'm pissing out the meds
They can't get these voices out my head aye
It's been a year or two
Been a year or two
They waiting on this shit
This was overdue
They tried to force my hand
They don't understand
You never had a chance
Please come get your mans
Where I'm headed bro you never know
Just show me the quickest way to get the dough
God if you love me don't let me go
Cuz the flames done got to a nigga soul
Said the flames done got
Flames done got
Flames done got to nigga soul
Said the flames done got
Flames done got
Flames done got to nigga soul
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
F*ck RT's that's real talk
I put numbers on the board that's real chalk
I need the peso better yet the queso
Keep the kitty gimme top like a halo
Smoking more and sleeping less
Ya boy making moves like I'm playing chess
They talking reckless but I need the press
Leveled up on my demons know they see the flex
I cut off a hater
F*cked your bitch but I won't date her
Season up my sauce yea I got all the flavor
Bad boy central check my credentials
Pain up in my headspace
My heart feel like dead weight
I put my tongue in her mouth when she yapping
Then I Look her in the eyes and I tell her I'm the captain
Whoa make money not friends
Cuz when they start to leave at least you got ends
I caught your vibes you can miss me with the static
Hate won't get you nowhere it leave you stranded
I'm headed to the top that's the bullseye
Can't be down to earth cuz I'm too fly
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
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Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Dead people in my jeans
Dead people in my dreams
Blah blah blah
All they do is talk shit
Rah rah rah
All I do is boss shit aye
I need a black chick like Bria
So she can throw it back like tequila
And I'm pissing out the meds
They can't get these voices out my head aye
It's been a year or two
Been a year or two
They waiting on this shit
This was overdue
They tried to force my hand
They don't understand
You never had a chance
Please come get your mans
Where I'm headed bro you never know
Just show me the quickest way to get the dough
God if you love me don't let me go
Cuz the flames done got to a nigga soul
Said the flames done got
Flames done got
Flames done got to nigga soul
Said the flames done got
Flames done got
Flames done got to nigga soul
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
F*ck RT's that's real talk
I put numbers on the board that's real chalk
I need the peso better yet the queso
Keep the kitty gimme top like a halo
Smoking more and sleeping less
Ya boy making moves like I'm playing chess
They talking reckless but I need the press
Leveled up on my demons know they see the flex
I cut off a hater
F*cked your bitch but I won't date her
Season up my sauce yea I got all the flavor
Bad boy central check my credentials
Pain up in my headspace
My heart feel like dead weight
I put my tongue in her mouth when she yapping
Then I Look her in the eyes and I tell her I'm the captain
Whoa make money not friends
Cuz when they start to leave at least you got ends
I caught your vibes you can miss me with the static
Hate won't get you nowhere it leave you stranded
I'm headed to the top that's the bullseye
Can't be down to earth cuz I'm too fly
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Dead people in my jeans
Dead people in my dreams
Blah blah blah
All they do is talk shit
Rah rah rah
All I do is boss shit aye
I need a black chick like Bria
So she can throw it back like tequila
And I'm pissing out the meds
They can't get these voices out my head aye
It's been a year or two
Been a year or two
They waiting on this shit
This was overdue
They tried to force my hand
They don't understand
You never had a chance
Please come get your mans
Where I'm headed bro you never know
Just show me the quickest way to get the dough
God if you love me don't let me go
Cuz the flames done got to a nigga soul
Said the flames done got
Flames done got
Flames done got to nigga soul
Said the flames done got
Flames done got
Flames done got to nigga soul
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
F*ck RT's that's real talk
I put numbers on the board that's real chalk
I need the peso better yet the queso
Keep the kitty gimme top like a halo
Smoking more and sleeping less
Ya boy making moves like I'm playing chess
They talking reckless but I need the press
Leveled up on my demons know they see the flex
I cut off a hater
F*cked your bitch but I won't date her
Season up my sauce yea I got all the flavor
Bad boy central check my credentials
Pain up in my headspace
My heart feel like dead weight
I put my tongue in her mouth when she yapping
Then I Look her in the eyes and I tell her I'm the captain
Whoa make money not friends
Cuz when they start to leave at least you got ends
I caught your vibes you can miss me with the static
Hate won't get you nowhere it leave you stranded
I'm headed to the top that's the bullseye
Can't be down to earth cuz I'm too fly
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
They talking bout Love no I can't relate
I hope you brought drugs yea you know it's dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Writer: Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.