30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Yeah, uh
Took the whip, 1 A.M. down Rodeo Drive
These texts mean nothing if you don't reply
I can see right through you, eyes open wide
Feel a little different, I wonder why
Know I had a tough year, but I really tried
Sometimes I wonder if this shit is right
You gotta wonder if there's anytime
Black Saint Laurent boots and white lies
But girl, you know you are all mine
I don't want to be alone, don't blow my high
Yeah, the music loud in here, but you amplified
She probably just wanna f*ck 'cause I'm verified
On our first date I was terrified, but now we pop like every time
You don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Yeah
Told your friends we would chill, you don't know how to chill
Told me you want something real, you don't know how I feel
I don't know what occurred, but it changed for real
The homies told me to chill, I just saw the appeal
And I'm possessive, obsessive, relentless, but you precious, yeah
We still young, we still learning
I buy you David Yurman whenever you hurting
By the time you hear this, you'll have a drink in your hand
With a job to quit and a summer to plan
By the time you hear this, you'll have someone in your life
I was gone too long and it was lonely at night
Getting drinks with friends, sipping vodka Sprites
Surveying the club seeing what you like
But, you don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Skizzy Mars - Greedy Lyrics
Skizzy Mars - Greedy Lyrics
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30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Yeah, uh
Took the whip, 1 A.M. down Rodeo Drive
These texts mean nothing if you don't reply
I can see right through you, eyes open wide
Feel a little different, I wonder why
Know I had a tough year, but I really tried
Sometimes I wonder if this shit is right
You gotta wonder if there's anytime
Black Saint Laurent boots and white lies
But girl, you know you are all mine
I don't want to be alone, don't blow my high
Yeah, the music loud in here, but you amplified
She probably just wanna f*ck 'cause I'm verified
On our first date I was terrified, but now we pop like every time
You don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Yeah
Told your friends we would chill, you don't know how to chill
Told me you want something real, you don't know how I feel
I don't know what occurred, but it changed for real
The homies told me to chill, I just saw the appeal
And I'm possessive, obsessive, relentless, but you precious, yeah
We still young, we still learning
I buy you David Yurman whenever you hurting
By the time you hear this, you'll have a drink in your hand
With a job to quit and a summer to plan
By the time you hear this, you'll have someone in your life
I was gone too long and it was lonely at night
Getting drinks with friends, sipping vodka Sprites
Surveying the club seeing what you like
But, you don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Yeah, uh
Took the whip, 1 A.M. down Rodeo Drive
These texts mean nothing if you don't reply
I can see right through you, eyes open wide
Feel a little different, I wonder why
Know I had a tough year, but I really tried
Sometimes I wonder if this shit is right
You gotta wonder if there's anytime
Black Saint Laurent boots and white lies
But girl, you know you are all mine
I don't want to be alone, don't blow my high
Yeah, the music loud in here, but you amplified
She probably just wanna f*ck 'cause I'm verified
On our first date I was terrified, but now we pop like every time
You don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Yeah
Told your friends we would chill, you don't know how to chill
Told me you want something real, you don't know how I feel
I don't know what occurred, but it changed for real
The homies told me to chill, I just saw the appeal
And I'm possessive, obsessive, relentless, but you precious, yeah
We still young, we still learning
I buy you David Yurman whenever you hurting
By the time you hear this, you'll have a drink in your hand
With a job to quit and a summer to plan
By the time you hear this, you'll have someone in your life
I was gone too long and it was lonely at night
Getting drinks with friends, sipping vodka Sprites
Surveying the club seeing what you like
But, you don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Writer: MICHAEL KEENAN, MYLES MILLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC