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Ey, feel I'm in the mood for a switch up I hit the function hit the rosé 'til I hiccup I hit the stage and leave with money that's a stick up She picture perfect so I told lil' mama flick up Feel I'm in a mood for a change up I leave the city and return with my change up They got amnesia, don't remember how they played us They wanna knock me down, but somehow I just stay up Look Straight from the mud like rugby (rugby) Straight to the stage, they love me (love me) I understand they hungry, but please don't hate that's ugly (ugh) I been slidin', shakin', movin', I been poppin' in my city (well OK) Shawty say she love the way we do it, do it with me (bet that) I be too turnt up to ever give a fuck (yeah-yeah) I ain't come to argue, let a nigga fuck (please bae) They been talkin' pennies, I need bigger bucks (fuck that) 'Bout to catch a flight, I need to switch it up (OK) Got that black boy joy, I do my dance on 'em (my biddy bop) Take no disrespect, might put my hands on 'em (my city pop) Hit his chick and now she wanna marry me (OK) But she gon' need some closure and some therapy (no way) Came back to the city with my bank account on F (full) Givin' rappers hell I know they happy that I left (ha) Hit the south in winter, I just put down my deposit (yup) 82 degrees, I left that jacket in my closet Feel I'm in the mood for a switch up I hit the function hit the rosé 'til I hiccup I hit the stage and leave with money that's a stick up She picture perfect so I told lil' mama flick up Feel I'm in a mood for a change up I leave the city and return with my change up They got amnesia, don't remember how they played us They wanna knock me down, but somehow I just stay up Aye, look Came in with the, "What's that?" (What the fuck?) Left out with the, "Who she?" (Who dat?) Layin' game like 2-d I be kickin' shit like Bruce Lee (OK) Margarita to the brim tip Black denim, need it slim fit (yeah) Same people that I flex with be the ones that I'm in the gym with I'm a living legend, you a dead cause And I'm dead ass, know I'm dead right Leavin' early but I'm er night Long as shawty keep the head right (that's right) T'd up out in Malibu, got sand all in my good shoes (aw damn) Press a nigga with the pessimism, but I only came for the good news I am the show that they came for (yeah) Hittin' the target I aim for (aim for) We been discussin' the contract Just tell 'em they get what they paid for (paid up) I am not fuckin' with poverty Really, it's started to bother me (no) I need the yacht with the property (ey) That come with the view that you've gotta see (damn) Came up from the basement, hit the rooftop with a passion (passion) Bad bitch with some good credit and a good sense for the fashion (fashion) Dope blowin' with the left hand Ass grippin' with the right hand (that's right doe) Uber share to the airport, I'ma hit ya back when the flight land Feel I'm in the mood for a switch up I hit the function hit the rosé 'til I hiccup I hit the stage and leave with money that's a stick up She picture perfect so I told lil' mama flick up Feel I'm in a mood for a change up I leave the city and return with my change up They got amnesia, don't remember how they played us They wanna knock me down, but somehow I just stay up
Writer(s): Michael Xavier Westerfield, Anthony Jharee Hollingshed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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