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Look at it fall down, look at it fly around They so confused how She so confused how everything turns into gold She didn't ask for it, so why throw in the towel? She watched the bands stack up, so no one can stop her now 'Cause rich girls don't know what they ask for Don't know what they here for Don't know what they judged for Don't know why they hate her But they the one with the halo low Only call you when they feeling low Only judging 'cause they kinda slow Only hating 'cause you icy as snow We know girls that'll do anything, anything As long as it seems all around better than minimum wage, they just wanna get away I hit him on speed dial Told him I'm up right now (can you come swoop me?) I hit the ceiling, I saw her I hope he bring her ass over Next time that he comes over I hope he understands I hit the ceiling when I saw her I hope he bring her ass over Next time that he comes over I hope he understands it Yes, I've had a night, boy, wanna make some noise I don't wanna lie, loved you since '09 If I had a choice, give a voice to the homegirl Keep shining 'cause your time is on the rise (I hope he understands) Yes, I've had a night, boy, wanna make some noise I don't wanna lie I've loved you since '09 If I had a choice, give a voice to the homegirl Keep shining 'cause your time is on the rise (I hope he understands) I was in the 'burbs He was in the Bronx Told him, "Pick me up" (yeah, next time that he comes over) Tryna see what's up (I hope he understands it) He said, "What's the word?" (I hit the ceiling, I saw her) Almost hit a curb When I sat up on it When I sat up on it (I hope he understands it) I hit the ceiling, I saw her I hope he bring her ass over Next time that he comes over (I hope he understands) Bag so much, he want the bag so much I wanna rock out hard, he wearing daddy's diamonds He never asked so much, he drove a stick, so what? (I hit a, uh, I hit a–) my visions is lit, so what? I want the bag so much, he want the bag so much I wanna rock out hard, he wearing daddy's diamonds We never asked for much, he dreamin' big, so what? I drove a stick, I want the fit, I hit a lick, so what? He driving fast as fuck, I was so scared I ducked 'Cause I'ma get what I want and we was just kids, so what? Fast ass car, is it fast enough so we can fly away? We gotta make a decision We can leave tonight or we can die this way (I hope he understands) And we cruising in his Chevy ass car (I hit the ceiling, I saw her) And we cruising in his Chevy ass car (I hope he bring her ass over) And we cruising in his Chevy S10 (Next time that he comes over) And we cruising in his Chevy S10 (I hope he understands) And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 (oh-oh-oh-oh) And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 (yes) Is it fast enough so we can fly away? We gotta make a decision We can leave tonight or we can die this way 'Cause we cruising in his Chevy ass car And we cruising in his Chevy ass car And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 And we cruising in his Chevy S10 Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-eh-eh-eh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Rolling in his Chevy S10
Writer(s): Brittney Parks, Ben Dickey, André Elias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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