クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Heitor Andrade
Songwriter
歌詞
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
These hoes crazy
Questioning my every statement
Girl don't get complacent
Bitch quit playing
They all the same like copy-pasting
I been underground, but I'm bout to walk up out the basement
I'm king of my town, y'all can't find no other replacement
Hide what I have on my phone, that's confidential
You might get cancelled, since I met you
Had some mad potential, keyword "had"
Don't mean to offend you
Telly presidential, that's essential, VIP credentials
She want my attention,
But I like her friend a lil more she's preferential (true story)
Since '23, my heart been cold, shout out to Russia
I'm the future, shout out Metro, fuck these hoes I still don't trust ya
Why you call me for? I'm out till 4, I don't really wanna discuss I
Just want 'em all to free 44, shit make me sick sick sick like I'm for real so darkside
(**** fuck a **** rat!)
Bitch!
Stupid bitch,
Matter of fact
I told her,
Talk to me nice girl you just talking crazy (shit!)
Shit you be saying it can't even phase me
How you throw a fit, then claiming you'll save me?
Hah hm
Goofy!
Every day life's a movie,
Jordan Belfort
Bank look juicy
She into me
Like I'm Tunechi
She love my lollipop so she be slopping and drooling (shit.)
I ain't the type to go look up at the stars no more I'd rather visit my jeweler (on god)
He ain't your type you just think he got drip, but personally I think I'm cooler (shit.)
Pull up to the function can't help acting up, I might just go hit on that cougar (on god)
Piss me off I will be catching a flight, huh catch me in Aruba (shit!)
Ain't the type to fall for you, I been through it so I seen the signs
I, ain't the type to ball for you, but I cook the wing like it's chicken time
**** I'm balling I'm balling I'm balling I'm balling I been on my grind (shit)
She calling and calling and calling, I just be pressing decline
Waste of my time, (fuck fuck)
Finally got her fine ass in my bed,
I'm taking my time
Bitch I remember the things that you said ay
I knew you were lying
Gotta break even to me you're in debt (fweh yeah)
I'm getting revenge till your last dime
(Shit.)
(SHIT!)
Every day life's a movie,
Jordan Belfort
Bank look juicy
She into me
Like I'm Tunechi
She love my lollipop so she be slopping and drooling
I ain't the type to go look up at the stars no more I'd rather visit my jeweler
He ain't your type you just think he got drip, but personally I think I'm cooler
Written by: Heitor Andrade