Lyrics

Da nana nana nana na, ha, aye, ha, yuh Imma have the bag on lockdown I don't play guitar but when I'm on the stage I rock out Me and all my homies hella hot now, life of a young rich wannabe dropout Whatchu do for fun son, what is your purpose (la da da) Questions like that they make me nervous Don't know no one else this damn determined Imma be on top and that's for certain Count up my bag (ching) You could do the math (could do the math) I'm popping tags, mm Skrt off in a jag (skrt skrt) I don't wanna wait for it nah bitch I need it fast You could take that fake shit with you leave it in the past Don't lie babe, you like it You get so excited When I come round for you But right now it's me I gotta do Knock it out the park like baseball Moving too fast can't see me like Ray Charles They wonder why I never take a day off I be on my grind until I know my family paid off Imma have the bag on lockdown I don't play guitar but when I'm on the stage I rock out Me and all my homies hella hot now, life of a young rich wannabe dropout Life of a young rich wannabe dropout Looking at my wrist it's like the winter time, iced out FaceTime witcho bitch, she about to find out Bitch imma dog I don't bark I just bite down That's word to Juice, it's me and all my troops I'm up in LA, cause I'm looking for something new At the top me and my crew, I be rocking Jimmy Choo's Bitch I'm way too high up I can't lose, yeah I be cruising, these haters really out here they snoozing Wake em up, I don't care I'm ruthless Balling I'm balling like Houston Knock it out the park like baseball Moving too fast can't see me like Ray Charles They wonder why I never take a day off I be on my grind until I know my family paid off (paid off) Imma have the bag on lockdown I don't play guitar but when I'm on the stage I rock out (rock out) Me and all my homies hella hot now, life of a young rich wannabe dropout
Writer(s): Adam Oh, Justin De Vries, Stefan Schonewille, Tmmrw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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