Music: Ashbeck/Ayrtn
Yo, yo
It don't make bands, it don't make sense
Hit them bars, I pay that rent
Get the bag, the bag get spent
Nick my girl, her back get bent
She way too leng
Just want her, I don't want them
I can't be swayed, I can't be sent
I can't be paid, I ain't like them
Burning trees
Take one tote, I let that breath
Still can't stop, I ain't that P
See them doors, I got them keys
It's Bs
Copped them kicks, they ain't got these
Keep them ritz, they ain't my steez
Nike tech, I keep them clean
Keep them clean
Got Palace, got 'Preme
Got ice, I got cream
I mean shit that you never seen
I like bands, I like Ps
I got gram, I got Gs
Of the static, and the spliff
Back then, it was cheese
I show her how I move
Then I bet she won't leave
You want time, you want trust
Then I got what you need
I make art for my soul
And the pain that I bleed
And I thought I was here
But it ain't what it seems
Got looks, she got face
Got back, she got waist
Got style, she got taste
Got me rolling back to her place
It's a bag that I chase
So I'm double time, I'm laced
You think that I ain't got more
You must be dumb, you must be cray
(Trust)
You must be dumb, you must be cray
(Uh-huh)
You must be dumb, you must be
What
You must be dumb, you must be
Hahaha, yeah
You must be dumb, you must be cray
It don't make bands, it don't make sense
Hit them bars, I pay that rent
Get the bag, the bag get spent
Nick my girl, her back get bent
She way too leng
Just want her, I don't want them
I can't be swayed, I can't be sent
I can't be paid, I ain't like them
Burning trees
Take one tote, I let that breath
Still can't stop, I ain't that P
See them doors, I got them keys
It's Bs
Copped them kicks, they ain't got these
Keep them ritz, they ain't my steez
Nike tech, I keep them clean
(Keep them clean)
(Yuh)