Wasted Eyes

Racks on racks, money ginja me

Opps, they talk, say na frequency

Had to laugh way they humor me

Runnin' it up with the urgency

Streets dey over ginja me

From the wall to the window seat

In the sun, through the storm, in the winter

I'm in the club, shawty moving like a ninja, ninja

Fresh to death, I'm beyond heat

Activist in my Dior jeans

Buss a jigg, feed you Molly

Feed my love like crack to this fiend

I can't be your lover

Too many things to lose

You love me with no honor

Don't wanna leave, I don't

I knew that you were trouble

Wasted eyes on you

I can't be your lover

Too many things to lose

Demon with the Dior on the dresser

Pop a Molly tessie in a Tesla

Let it warm your back and your neck (Uh, uh, uh)

I'ma film it all, make a best-of

Edit it all, make it scene on scene

Under it all, know you scheme on me

Hottie million with a milli' on me

I wanna menage with the blicky on me

Turn the bass up (Tell me what you want, want)

She want more to taste, uh (I can get it all, all)

Pretty little bitch, give me pretty, give me nana

Take me to Nirvana, diamond in the sky-y

I can't be your lover

Too many things to lose

You love me with no honor

Don't wanna leave, I don't

I knew that you were trouble

Wasted eyes on you

I can't be your lover

Too many things to lose