Boys hatin', like, "Here we go again"
Like, "Here we go again"
Like, "Here we go again"
Damn, these boys hate me, like, "Here we go again"
Like, "Here we go again"
Like, "Here we go again" (Dun Deal on the track)
Yeah, yeah

Here we go again (yeah)
That boy stole my style (what?)
Stole my flow again (yeah, yeah)
Damn, these boys hate me (what?)
Like, "Here he go again" (here we, yeah)
Got played by a five, pulled up with a ten, yeah (yeah)
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets they, swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulder (woah, woo)
Whip the pot, now add the soda
This a Lamb', how dare you say lotus? (Woah)
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin'
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (yeah)
Niggas be snakes like they a king cobra, mm-hmm (yeah)
Niggas ain't tough, they act like they soldiers, mm-hmm (yeah)
Movin' alone, I'm a VLONE soldier

At your neck like bow tie, yeah, made it all mine
Turn it to a archive, all way 'til we all die

Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulder
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin'
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder
Niggas be snakes like they a king cobra
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulder
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin'
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder
Niggas be snakes like they a king cobra (yeah)

Ain't 'bout money, don't say shit to me (no)
That's that money talk (yeah)
Hunnid thousand for my tab, I said, "Run it, dawg" (yeah, damn)
She ain't wanna listen to me, had to cut her off (yeah)
Did I stutter? (Huh? Yeah, woah) did I stutter? Nah (no)
First off, my new girl love her job, yeah (woah)
Day time, I still see stars, yeah (woah)
Pull up, the Wraith don't park, yeah (mm)
Watch how I release them doors, yeah
Had to release this whore (ooh), yeah
Had to relieve some stress (ooh), yeah
Count it up, get me strong, yeah
Count it up when I'm bored, yeah
Flip that girl like skateboard, yeah
You already got what's mine, yeah
Now I want what's yours, yeah

Act your neck like bow tie, yeah, made it all mine
Turn it to a archive, all way 'til we all die

Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulder
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin'
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder
Niggas be snakes like they a king cobra
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulder
Hold up, like, "Hold up, my pockets, they swollen"
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm hittin' my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin'
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder
Niggas be snakes like they a king cobra

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Cunningham, Symere Woods