Lyrics

They don't even know I'm boutta boutta turn up I be on my grind I'm like fuck a break up Yeah shawty fake as hell she be lying on the makeup I be on my grind I be running up the paper Yeah running up the paper, I be touching on the dough Lot these females fake they be going up for more Yeah lot these females fake they be going up for more Working with myself I be running up the score I be upping up the score people switching like everyday I be with my mind, I will keep going anyway Do this on my own I'm letting the haters hate They don't even know like how I'm pushing weight I be pushing weight like crazy I be up the hill, not lazy Walk inside my city I pull up Patrick Swayze Yeah walk inside my city I pull up Patrick Swayze I don't got Beyonce but you can call me Jay-Z Yeah I don't got Beyonce but you can call me Jay-Z Flipping on my right, yeah I'm throwing like Tom Brady Yeah hop up in my foreign I be swerving I feel wavy Pushing new sounds I be looking for a lady Yeah pushing new sounds I be looking for a lady Lot these girls cheat that's why I'm going crazy I do this by my own, I do this by myself Singing all my songs going gold like I'm Phelps Yeah singing all these songs I'ma go gold like I'm Phelps I be stuck in my emotions I be in a shell In a shell I be finding my way, she be on the phone I be smiling through pain Yeah smiling through pain I don't know how to explain Ten toes down I got Ice in my veins I got Ice in my veins, I be walking through rain Referring to my brain it be going insane yeah They don't even know I'm boutta boutta turn up I be on my grind I'm like fuck a break up Yeah shawty fake as hell she be lying on the makeup I be on my grind I be running up the paper Yeah running up the paper, I be touching on the dough Lot these females fake they be going up for more Yeah lot these females fake they be going up for more Working with myself I be running up the score They don't even know I'm boutta boutta turn up I be on my grind I'm like fuck a break up Yeah shawty fake as hell she be lying on the makeup I be on my grind I be running up the paper Yeah running up the paper, I be touching on the dough Lot these females fake they be going up for more Yeah lot these females fake they be going up for more Working with myself I be running up the score
Writer(s): Ivan Mijic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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