4 a.m.

choosin' up outside the club at 4 a.m.

should go with him

it's a different game

baby girl, we in hollywood, this ain't mary lane

smoking mary jane to ease the pain

fucking 'round with lames

i must be a clown

you're smiling in my face

you're playing in my face

you're looking for another sign, i'm on your for you page

and i can't stop the rain from coming

tequila flowing

my music bumping, but

i can't stop the rain

bae, tell me something

'cause you been bluffing

and i've been doing the same

wish i had all the receipts to get my time back

you caught you a platinum bitch, like how you find that?

make me feel so fucking stupid, where your mind at?

girl, i can't

so i'm back to the road

twin still hitting my phone, yeah

we stick to the code

you a demon, baby

give a fuck what they say

we just woke up in bape

rick owen hoodie for my baby headtop, ride that bitch by her braids

he never come outside when the light's out

we done scared him straight

still can't stop that rain

still can't stop that rain

still can't stop that rain

i wanna pop that ho

fuck around, rinse my bank

yeah, my money the same, this bitch still the same, still fucking a lame

he's rocking my shit, i gave him a pass, but just for today

if i give you my hand, do you promise to stay?

i left bread in your room

that shit's just for today

and i can't stop the rain from coming

tequila flowing

my music bumping, but

i can't stop the rain

bae, tell me something

'cause you been bluffing

and i've been doing the same

wish i had all the receipts to get my time back

you caught you a platinum bitch, like how you find that?

make me feel so fucking stupid, where your mind at?

girl, i can't, i can't