cry about it

Yeah

You're gone

Bitch, I'm on duty, that's on 3

Watch your tone when you talking to me

Like you're praying, get down on your knees

I'm the one that they all wanna be

Off of a pill, no, I can't go to sleep

You look at your money, it shrinks

I'm tryna ball like Yao Ming

Can't do no feature, the fuck do you think?

Try to talk that talk, like, I don't know you

I think that he wanna be imposter

I'm on a pill like I'm SOS, no

She finna leave you, like, SOS, bro

They tryna send me a SMS, no

I-I'm not tryna let it go, yeah

They tryna leak my phone [?]

They be like, "Twikipedia, where you get them clothes?" (Yeah)

I got it from 3

I swear to God they all wanna be me

I feel like Stevie that shit I can't see

Like, go home, I know you wanna leave

Bitch, I can't

I got it from 3

I swear to God they all wanna be me

I feel like Stevie that shit I can't see

Like, go home, I know you wanna leave

Bitch, I got it, got exotic in my pocket

Left one, not the right one, you just—

Bitch, I got it, got exotic, in my pock—

Left one, not the right one, you just saw it

He look at the fashion, and he wish he could've bought it

And if you wanna be me, make deposits