Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Baker
Songwriter
Lyrics
La la la
Funny how they talk but they never have a life of their own that's
Ra Ra Ra
Ima need a check next time the boy gotta leave the home That's
Damn right right
Why they playing with my life
I need LV bags in the white
Another Louis for the wife
Got game on sight
White boy Rick with a mic man the boy just might
Yeah the boy just might
What a gorgeous night
Full moon take shape in the light
Full moon take shape in the light
Full moon I, I
Brodie had pulled me aside, said it's a look in my eyes
I've seen some things
I could not give you a list cause that list would just prolly surprise
And if I could go
Back to the way that I was, I would wake up in the grove
Looking for Ma
Turning the corner and saying
Momma what's that on the stove huh
Nowadays ain't no telling bout my whereabout
Go outside make a movie yeah it's paramount
All y'all really giving is the Bare amount
When I get it I'ma run it till I where em out
Got hits that could put a fucking bear down
6'6" ain't nobody wanna Stare down
Somebody said Bake you gon blow up
Every time i drop They aware now
You must be dummy no fucking with me
I cannot give you a handout when I get this money cause homie ain't nothing for free
Maybe I'm doing the most
Everyone watching me focused on building and y'all wanna wait for the boat
La la la
Funny how they talk but they never have a life of their own
That's Ra Ra Ra
Ima need a check next time the boy gotta leave the home
That's Damn right right
Why they playing with my life
I need LV bags in the white
Another Louis for the wife
Got game on sight
White boy Rick with a mic man the boy just might
Yeah the boy just might
What a gorgeous night
Full moon take shape in the light
Full moon take shape in the light
Full moon I, I
Written by: Alexander R. Baker
