发布于：2021年
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歌词
作词 : Michael Olmo/Dominique Jones
作曲 : Wesley Glass/Keegan Christopher Bach
HEY!
Oh-oh, woah
(Wheezy outta here)
Oh-oh, woah
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
Yeah
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give in to that
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag
I'm a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
'Matter fact, *****, I came from a star-ship
My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up
If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em
I don't know if you think that you stoppin'
What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on
This ain't no auto-correct, *****, this a threat
Now I'm comin' at your neck
*****s act cute like a pet
Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart
Try be the ones that's been [?]
Insecurities, they always offended
Mad about a *****, I already been there
That ***** for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute
*****s still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with it
It ain't nothin', I'ma rep
I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no
She need more, she got too attached, huh
Addicted to me like I'm on one
Three thousand for the new red car
Walk around, look like a milli
Psychedelics in my tummy
Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah)
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag
Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas
They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
I hope my main and my side never crash
Worry 'bout the cat tryna dodge my path
We catch that boy then we robbin' his ass
It's the principle, I don't need the cash
Expensive dishes, half a million on lashes
I could kick it but I don't like to brag
Oh, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up
I got my glizzy, wish a *****'d run up
You can come get your ***** 'cause I don't want her
I ran my millions up from out the corner
Only one out here doin' what I want to
My lil' bro ran it up off *********
Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
Trap out the sport, I press it then I launch it
I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches
Got suspended, me and [?]
House up on the hill, I used to want it
Now I got it, I don't even stay there
I get in it, I don't play fair
Prolly spend me a million on haters
On they top, make 'em drop
And I don't give a **** 'bout no cops
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
作曲 : Wesley Glass/Keegan Christopher Bach
HEY!
Oh-oh, woah
(Wheezy outta here)
Oh-oh, woah
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
Yeah
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give in to that
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag
I'm a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
'Matter fact, *****, I came from a star-ship
My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up
If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em
I don't know if you think that you stoppin'
What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on
This ain't no auto-correct, *****, this a threat
Now I'm comin' at your neck
*****s act cute like a pet
Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart
Try be the ones that's been [?]
Insecurities, they always offended
Mad about a *****, I already been there
That ***** for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute
*****s still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with it
It ain't nothin', I'ma rep
I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no
She need more, she got too attached, huh
Addicted to me like I'm on one
Three thousand for the new red car
Walk around, look like a milli
Psychedelics in my tummy
Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah)
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag
Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas
They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
I hope my main and my side never crash
Worry 'bout the cat tryna dodge my path
We catch that boy then we robbin' his ass
It's the principle, I don't need the cash
Expensive dishes, half a million on lashes
I could kick it but I don't like to brag
Oh, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up
I got my glizzy, wish a *****'d run up
You can come get your ***** 'cause I don't want her
I ran my millions up from out the corner
Only one out here doin' what I want to
My lil' bro ran it up off *********
Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
Trap out the sport, I press it then I launch it
I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches
Got suspended, me and [?]
House up on the hill, I used to want it
Now I got it, I don't even stay there
I get in it, I don't play fair
Prolly spend me a million on haters
On they top, make 'em drop
And I don't give a **** 'bout no cops
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
lrc 歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Michael Olmo/Dominique Jones [00:00.089] 作曲 : Wesley Glass/Keegan Christopher Bach [00:00.178] HEY! 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out the bag [00:47.546] I'm a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian [00:50.251] 'Matter fact, *****, I came from a star-ship [00:51.649] My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up [00:54.056] If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em [00:55.650] I don't know if you think that you stoppin' [00:57.185] What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on [00:59.807] This ain't no auto-correct, *****, this a threat [01:02.309] Now I'm comin' at your neck [01:03.687] *****s act cute like a pet [01:05.193] Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart [01:07.840] Try be the ones that's been [?] [01:09.227] Insecurities, they always offended [01:11.369] Mad about a *****, I already been there [01:13.248] That ***** for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute [01:15.367] *****s still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with it [01:17.460] It ain't nothin', I'ma rep [01:18.941] I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no [01:22.839] She need more, she got too attached, huh [01:26.790] Addicted to me like I'm on one [01:29.051] Three thousand for the new red car [01:31.037] Walk around, look like a milli [01:32.889] Psychedelics in my tummy [01:34.212] Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah) [01:37.259] Nowadays I get what I want [01:38.607] Lately been spendin' a bag [01:39.932] Addicted to getting that cash [01:41.512] Addicted to popping them tags [01:43.339] Money was made for the sad [01:44.530] Now my ex-***** calling back [01:46.099] Saw me come up out the random [01:47.532] Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums [01:49.605] Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame [01:51.481] In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" [01:53.425] I know that they hate me and want me for ransom [01:55.450] It's nothin' new, I won't give it today [01:57.551] I eat the hate up and spit it right back [01:59.430] My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass [02:01.387] Women come and go with the cash [02:03.581] You gon' learn and learn that shit fast [02:05.446] They gon' fold, 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[02:43.533] Got suspended, me and [?] [02:45.628] House up on the hill, I used to want it [02:47.586] Now I got it, I don't even stay there [02:49.533] I get in it, I don't play fair [02:51.736] Prolly spend me a million on haters [02:53.496] On they top, make 'em drop [02:55.632] And I don't give a **** 'bout no cops [02:57.481] Nowadays I get what I want [02:58.531] Lately been spendin' a bag [03:00.054] Addicted to getting that cash [03:01.411] Addicted to popping them tags [03:03.096] Money was made for the sad [03:04.556] Now my ex-***** calling back [03:05.946] Saw me come up out the random [03:07.377] Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums [03:09.496] Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame [03:11.500] In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" [03:13.442] I know that they hate me and want me for ransom [03:15.528] It's nothin' new, I won't give it today [03:17.399] I eat the hate up and spit it right back [03:19.424] My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass [03:21.468] Women come and go with the cash [03:23.629] You gon' learn and learn that shit fast [03:25.398] They gon' fold, fold under air [03:27.508] I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
