[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Olmo/Dominique Jones
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Wesley Glass/Keegan Christopher Bach
[00:07.00]Whoa whoa whoa
[00:07.81]Wheezy outta here
[00:08.59]Wheezy outta here
[00:10.23]Whoa whoa whoa
[00:12.26]Ay kbeaxy you fired up
[00:14.54]Yeah
[00:15.51]Nowadays I get what I want
[00:17.00]Lately been spending a bag
[00:18.49]Addicted to getting that cash
[00:19.96]Addicted to popping them tags
[00:21.52]Money was made for the sad
[00:23.04]Now my ex bitch calling back
[00:24.52]Saw me come up out the random
[00:26.22]Didn't wait long now that bitch throwing tantrums
[00:28.14]Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
[00:30.39]In my DMs talkin' 'bout hey handsome
[00:31.95]I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
[00:34.28]It's nothing new I won't give in to that
[00:36.27]I eat the hate up and spit it right back
[00:38.31]My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your as
[00:40.04]Women come and go with the cash
[00:42.11]You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
[00:43.98]They gon' fold fold under act
[00:45.84]I get my medicine straight out the bag
[00:47.94]I'm a prospect not from earth
[00:49.39]I feel like a martian matter
[00:50.58]Fact bitch I came from a starship
[00:52.03]My bed feel like a coffin
[00:53.51]Not waking up if I run into opps I'ma off 'em
[00:55.78]I don't know if you think that
[00:57.30]You stoppin' what I got goin' on
[00:58.98]Got a semi with auto on
[01:00.33]This ain't no autocorrect
[01:01.15]bitch it's a threat
[01:02.42]Now I'm coming at your neck
[01:04.04]niggas act cute like a pet
[01:05.50]Soft like a pop tart
[01:06.80]Act like they got no heart
[01:08.22]Y'all be the ones that's pretending
[01:09.68]Insecurities they always offended
[01:11.49]Mad about a bitch I already been in
[01:13.37]That bitch for everybody we ain't spoke in a minute
[01:15.83]nigga's still in the picture and I'm still leaving with her
[01:18.84]It ain't nothing I'm a rebel
[01:20.09]I can't conform I ain't falling back no
[01:23.35]She need more she got too attached huh
[01:27.33]Addicted to me like I'm on one
[01:29.61]Three thousand for that new Rick Owen
[01:31.59]Walk around look like a mummy
[01:33.22]Psychedelics hurt my tummy
[01:34.49]Swipe swipe I'ma get it all
[01:36.97]Yeah
[01:37.61]Nowadays I get what I want
[01:39.13]Lately been spending a bag
[01:40.56]Addicted to getting that cash
[01:41.93]Addicted to popping them tags
[01:43.45]Money was made for the sad
[01:45.04]Now my ex bitch calling back
[01:46.41]Saw me come up out the random
[01:48.17]Didn't wait long now that bitch throwing tantrums
[01:50.05]Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
[01:52.40]In my DMs talkin' 'bout hey handsome
[01:54.02]I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
[01:56.40]It's nothing new I won't give in to that
[01:58.35]I eat the hate up and spit it right back
[02:00.29]My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your as
[02:02.05]Women come and go with the cash
[02:03.97]You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
[02:05.94]They gon' fold fold under act
[02:07.82]I get my medicine straight out the bag
[02:09.96]Brand new Corvette come through smashing the gas
[02:11.83]They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
[02:13.91]I hope my main and my side never crash
[02:15.81]Wide body 'Cat tryna dodge my past
[02:17.89]We catch that boy then we robbing his a*s
[02:19.90]It's the principle I don't need the cash
[02:21.85]Expensive bitches half a million on lashes
[02:24.00]I could kick it but I don't like to brag
[02:25.88]Ho they done made me mad I'm 'bout to turn up
[02:28.19]I got my Glizzy wish a nigga run up
[02:29.89]You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her
[02:32.14]I ran my millions up from out the corner
[02:34.17]I'm the one out here doing what I wanna
[02:36.09]My lil' bro ran it up off bitche
[02:37.87]Grind in the winter turn up in the summer
[02:39.88]Trackhawk with sport I press it then I launch it
[02:41.95]I'm thanking God ain't no more free lunches
[02:44.10]Got suspended me and Greeny huncho
[02:45.97]House up on a hill I used to want it
[02:48.23]Now I got it I don't even stay there
[02:50.00]I get even I don't play fair
[02:51.88]Probably spend me a million on haters
[02:54.05]On they talk make 'em drop
[02:56.18]And I don't give a **** 'bout no cost
[02:58.06]Nowadays I get what I want
[02:59.30]Lately been spending a bag
[03:00.41]Addicted to getting that cash
[03:01.86]Addicted to popping them tags
[03:03.34]Money was made for the sad
[03:04.77]Now my ex bitch calling back
[03:06.26]Saw me come up out the random
[03:08.10]Didn't wait long now that bitch throwing tantrums
[03:09.92]Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
[03:12.14]In my DMs talkin' 'bout hey handsome
[03:13.85]I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
[03:16.15]It's nothing new I won't give in to that
[03:17.98]I eat the hate up and spit it right back
[03:20.04]My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your as
[03:21.85]Women come and go with the cash
[03:24.05]You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
[03:25.98]They gon' fold fold under act
[03:27.90]I get my medicine straight out the bag

作词 : Michael Olmo/Dominique Jones
作曲 : Wesley Glass/Keegan Christopher Bach
Whoa whoa whoa
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Whoa whoa whoa
Ay kbeaxy you fired up
Yeah
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spending a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex bitch calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long now that bitch throwing tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
In my DMs talkin' 'bout hey handsome
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothing new I won't give in to that
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your as
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold fold under act
I get my medicine straight out the bag
I'm a prospect not from earth
I feel like a martian matter
Fact bitch I came from a starship
My bed feel like a coffin
Not waking up if I run into opps I'ma off 'em
I don't know if you think that
You stoppin' what I got goin' on
Got a semi with auto on
This ain't no autocorrect
bitch it's a threat
Now I'm coming at your neck
niggas act cute like a pet
Soft like a pop tart
Act like they got no heart
Y'all be the ones that's pretending
Insecurities they always offended
Mad about a bitch I already been in
That bitch for everybody we ain't spoke in a minute
nigga's still in the picture and I'm still leaving with her
It ain't nothing I'm a rebel
I can't conform I ain't falling back no
She need more she got too attached huh
Addicted to me like I'm on one
Three thousand for that new Rick Owen
Walk around look like a mummy
Psychedelics hurt my tummy
Swipe swipe I'ma get it all
Yeah
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spending a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex bitch calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long now that bitch throwing tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
In my DMs talkin' 'bout hey handsome
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothing new I won't give in to that
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your as
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold fold under act
I get my medicine straight out the bag
Brand new Corvette come through smashing the gas
They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
I hope my main and my side never crash
Wide body 'Cat tryna dodge my past
We catch that boy then we robbing his a*s
It's the principle I don't need the cash
Expensive bitches half a million on lashes
I could kick it but I don't like to brag
Ho they done made me mad I'm 'bout to turn up
I got my Glizzy wish a nigga run up
You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her
I ran my millions up from out the corner
I'm the one out here doing what I wanna
My lil' bro ran it up off bitche
Grind in the winter turn up in the summer
Trackhawk with sport I press it then I launch it
I'm thanking God ain't no more free lunches
Got suspended me and Greeny huncho
House up on a hill I used to want it
Now I got it I don't even stay there
I get even I don't play fair
Probably spend me a million on haters
On they talk make 'em drop
And I don't give a **** 'bout no cost
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spending a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex bitch calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long now that bitch throwing tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
In my DMs talkin' 'bout hey handsome
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothing new I won't give in to that
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your as
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold fold under act
I get my medicine straight out the bag