(Wheezy outta here)
YSL Music Group

From the other world to the world to the other world, lonely
I done fucked her and another girl and another girl on me
I done ran'd up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (ran up)
Though my dawg'ndem sat, they ain't say nothin', that's on me (yeah)
I don't wanna talk about nothin', I don't wanna know 'bout no beefs (yeah)
Need a pen to jot it down, I'm tryna forever remember this (yeah, yeah)
I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (ha)
Be quiet, let me count every dime without a miss (shh)
I done ran'd up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet
You can wake up to drapes and heated floors on your feet (yeah)
Señoritas, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's
Señoritas (señoritas), señorita (oh, yeah)
Señorita ('rita), gotta re-up (whoa-whoa)
Father, we up, my feet up (oh)
Send the weed up with a fever
Can't ease up without seein' us
I gotta rebuild, not mad at all
For YSL, puttin' on for my dawgs
I got gratitude and lattitude
A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (ya)

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(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
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Droppin' off the top with the mileage backed up
Break it down and twirl it around, it add up (ayy)
Hella people 'round the town get fast dough (racks)
Eighty-seven Kaepernick thousand on the Rollie
I can always see the devil harassin' me
Tellin' me he lovin' me while stabbin' me (yeah)
Niggas tellin' 'round this bitch, it's a hobby (no cap)
Lost control on the road with a body (skrrt, skrrt)
You bionic, give a nigga stamina (stamina)
I don't spare none, niggas gon' get banned out
I take my .9 out, really wanna find out
You got your hands out because I'm passin' bands out
I lost my virginity into Amanda
I'll these fuckin' yellow diamonds, Tropicana
Bunch of old ass bitches tryna fuck us
They'll be fuckin' on my grandson (ya)

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(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
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(I just wanna know, yeah)

Copyright: Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher Miller, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Rex Masamune Kudo, Ryan Vojtesak, Wesley Tyler Glass