Get In Character
Chi, Chi
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Money come, money go Somehow that shit always find me
I can be in Neverland Somehow bitches always round me
Tell my bitch to pick a bag She gon' always pick the highest
I'ma always pick my mans Even if he act the wildest
Brokest in the room, the loudest That's why we be movin' silent
High as hell, I need a pilot On the jet, she showin' privates
Picasso me, I'm really art I like pretty bitches that be shootin
Call em shootin' stars Had a role couldn't play ya part
Yo friend a hoe, you ain't too far Walk him down, don't need a car
Actually, fuck it, that nigga far Spade his ass, I pulled his card
What you know about broken hearts
