Trouble - Special Lyrics

You're kinda special, I swear you're special to me
That's on real nigga time, a young nigga appreciate everything

Mastercard I got millions in my jeans (yeah, yeah)
Swear to lord I got hitters on the team (yeah, yeah)
Then they gone ride if I lose like everything (yeah, yeah)
I had a son I had to cut back on the drink (yeah, yeah)
Girl you're kinda special, you're kinda special to me (yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
You're kinda special, you're kinda special to me (yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)

Take care of my kids and make my music, I'm big business like I'm Jewish
You cappin', your bitch choosin', I'm with Kap so I just do it
Rich kid like skooly, leave the club bust U-eys
Eight sittin on that dually, shooter like call of duty
Seem like you'll be special, take that big booty to a movie
You know my mama special, whatever she ask for no refusing
Might just cop that Tesla, no my hands I won't be using
Everything in my hands you have, but you just try to use me
Loyalty was gettin' abused and, that's on you cause you losin'
Made a move I make movies, controlling shit so I'm crusin'
My son so special to me, he keep me coolin'
Further from what I used to be, workin' that tooley?

Calling on me it's in my jeans (yeah, yeah)
Swear I got all hitters on the team (yeah, yeah)
Then they gone ride even if I lose like everything (yeah, yeah)
I had a son I had to cut back on the dreams (yeah, yeah)
Girl you're kinda special, you're kinda special to me (yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
You're kinda special, you're kinda special to me (yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)