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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BOY $COUT GATSBY
Performer
Mason Dane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BOY $COUT GATSBY
Composer
Mason Dane
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prod. Malloy
Producer
Neek
Mixing Engineer
Boss Beats
Producer
Lyrics
Baby Imma star like the ceiling on the rolls royce
Yeah
Look at my neck it look like the milky way
Baby, we ain't the same
If I don't make it this way, might as well just fade away
I'm like Da Vinci, except that I flow on these 808s
You paper chase
I can't relate, my paper pays
Right
I had to work what I got
You got handed what you had
I got paid my first check
I spent it all on my dad
Chinese food and the biggest purchase
100 dollars and I know it's worth it
Just to see him eat, I'm tryna see him feast
Come thru, I stack it, I do how I do
Old friends they text like outta the blue
I know their intentions, I pick up the clues
They wanna talk, but it not boutta truth
Mumma told me put my money where my mouth is
I'm tryna make enough to buy her houses
Buy her a view
Somewhere nice with plenty sunshine,
She can sit and watch her son shine
Keep on living for the bass line
Slowly learning I can't buy time
Working now so I don't waste mine
Baby imma star like the ceiling on the Rolls Royce
Yeah
Look at my neck it look like the milky way
Baby, we ain't the same
If I don't make it this way, might as well just fade away
I'm like Da Vinci, except that i flow on these 808s
You paper chase
I can't relate, my paper pays
Paper chase
Yeah I been on the road for so long
Ain't had no place to stay
Ain't felt no comfort since I used to stay at baby place
Pop a pill and drink a little until I fade away
It takes the pain away
My mumma told me baby you're a star like the ceiling on a Rolls Royce
I always knew that I was good with my words I made a bold choice
Yeah the time
She wanna spend it with me
I think she understand the way it's just gotta be
If you find one in the mattress and two more in the sheets
Baby
Don't put the blame on me
I told her
Baby imma a star like the ceiling on the Rolls Royce
Yeah
Look at my neck it look like the milky way
Baby, we ain't the same
If I don't make it this way, might as well just fade away
I'm like Da Vinci, except that I flow on these 808s
You paper chase
I can't relate, my paper pays
Writer(s): Mason Dane Dewhirst
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