歌词
Bring the bass to the studio (Let's go, let's go)
Why they hatin' on a **** that they used to know?
Keep on talkin', they just talkin', we ain't cool no mo (Nah)
FacetTme shorty just to see what mood she on (Okay)
All white bricks, my hotline bling, uh (Hello?)
Coolin' wit my team, touched a couple streams
Made a lot green, really don't mean much to me
I put death over designer shit, I'll buy a fit from SHEIN
But this Louis came from Louis, spent two hunnid on these jeans
Mama proud of me, name got extra calories
Weight on that, music comin', wait on that
Mike Dimes, hate on that
Do a show and pay a bro then put that shit on income tax
All my bros is totin' poles, I promise we can get 'em whacked
I remember they ain't know the boy
Got some money in my pockets
Now they love the boy, damn (They love the boy)
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy (Nah)
Sweet tooth, baby
You just want my almond joy, yeah
I remember they ain't know the boy (Nah)
Got some money in my pockets
Now they love the boy, damn
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy
Sweet tooth, baby
You just want my almond joy
But you ain't trippin, I ain't trippin
Fourteen, saw a dream, fifteen, made a scheme
Sixteen, made a team, twenty-one, love the green
Started talkin' for the profit, haters boost my self-esteem
All my patnas keep a rocket, leave the talkin' to a beam, yeah
Coolin' in a penthouse, all my bitches thick now
I don't shop at PacSun, I like rockin' Rick's now
He said he don't like me, tell that ****, "Sit down"
Parties, don't invite me, so I like to kick down doors
Pour a couple fours, make me wipe a **** nose
I ain't trippin' off a patna who was switchin' on the bros
Lately I been on a mission, I can never switch the code
Baby, you don't have a clue 'bout who I am, uh
Sicker than a phlegm, uh
Mister I Am Him, uh
Ballin' out the rim, you ain't gotta question them
I been workin' hella missions, I ain't ever been content
I gotta bag and let ya know that I ain't never been your friend
I remember they ain't know the boy
Got some money in my pockets
Now they love the boy, damn (They love the boy, damn)
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy (Mama, look)
Sweet tooth, baby
You just want my almond joy, yeah
I remember they ain't know the boy
Got some money in my pockets
Now they love the boy, damn (Damn)
You ain't ever wanna fuck the boy
Sweet tooth, baby
You just want my almond joy
But you ain't trippin', I ain't trippin'
Fourteen, saw a dream, fifteen, made a scheme
Fourteen, saw a dream, fifteen, made a scheme
Written by: Barry Johnson, Don Cannon, Michael Goode Jr.