Top Songs By evernight
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
evernight
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Mase
Composer
Lyrics
(Oh, yeah)
You're such a drag
Remember I was flirting back in class?
You ain't give me play, you made me sad
I done got to that cash
Laughing off my ass to the bank, why you mad?
Make sure when I'm on my way to the bank
That I pass you
All this shit I got, you could've had too, too bad, ooh
You know I'm above you, baby, better check my latitude
And watch the way you talk, 'cause you know I don't like no attitude
I knew you were fake from the jump
You know I can spot it from the cut
'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut
All we want is money and the drugs, um
Girl you think you low (Low)
Girl you wanna go (Yeah)
That mean you a hoe
All that talk that you don't cheat
That shit right there for show
'Cause he had you at 3:30
I had you at 4
Anyway I might pull up Bentley Truck
I feel like a zombie 'cause I smoke dope and be dead
Yeah, yeah
Smoke dope and be dead
Huh, I feel like a zombie 'cause I smoke dope and be dead
Nigga talkin' tough shit, I'ma paint his ass red
223's, extensions, and you know the beam infrared
Yeah, yeah
Peel your fuckin' top back
Pulled up in that drop-top, they can't top that, yeah
I pull my dick out, told her, "Top that", yeah
She dancin' on my dick, you know that's where the Glock at, yeah
Moncler my coat, that's how I stand in the cold
Me and Trippie, we back from the dead
We on zombie mode
Bitch, it's triple 9 and 1400 hoe
Kel-Tec with the hunter scope, sendin' shots out the Hummer
Bitch, it's triple 6
If you talk that shit, better walk that shit
We on some walk down shit
Pull up to your crib and we gon' walk down, bitch
Bitch, you ain't no shooter, uh
I don't do computers, uh
I pull up and shoot you, uh
Yeah, all this ice in my medulla, uh
All these stones on my body, I feel like medusa, uh, yeah
And my pockets hella wide just like Rasputia, yeah
Yeah, and my pockets hella wide just like Rasputia, yeah
You're such a drag
Remember I was flirting back in class?
You ain't give me play, you made me sad
I done got to that cash
Laughing off my ass to the bank, why you mad?
Make sure when I'm on my way to the bank
That I pass you
All this shit I got, you could've had too, too bad, ooh
You know I'm above you, baby, better check my latitude
And watch the way you talk, 'cause you know I don't like no attitude
Oh yeah, I fell for the thick bitch with long hair
But I know that she don't love me for me
It's the money, baby, don't even go there
Hey, I would tell you "Slow your roll", but just stop it
The more cash in my pocket, the more you get outta pocket
You ain't runnin' up my cash, so you runnin' out of options
It's obvious, you ain't got fifty cents or some common sense, hey
(Oh yeah)
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