Lay Down

(Yeah Woah) I just gotta lay down and wait for this shit Why we gotta do it? I'm just gonna make this money split In the club sniffing drugs, yeah bitch I'm getting lit I don't gotta ask for something, I'm already getting it Getting bags, with my twin Spitting facts, getting rich Diamonds dripping on my neck, on my wrist I'm gon' get in the club, I'm in the list And fuck it New Rick Owens shit, I'm gon' cop it New Balenci' shit, I'm gon' rock it I be dripping in designer, bitches love it Pinky ring shining, I feel like I'm a hobbit I know who's your homie, he a ra-a-a-at She be asking why your fit is bla-a-a-ack Diamonds shining, dripping on my ne-e-e-ck He was my homie, then he lost my respe-e-e-ct (Woooahhh) (Ye-e-e-e-a-a-a-h) (u-u-u-u-u-u-h) And I be geeking I'm too high, thinking I'm tweaking Stitch his mouth, he be speaking Me and my boys outside, we be creeping Shawty be licking Pop a perc and tweaking Pop a perc and you sleeping (Yeah Woah) I just gotta lay down and wait for this shit Why we gotta do it? I'm just gonna make this money split In the club sniffing drugs, yeah bitch I'm getting lit I don't gotta ask for something, I'm already getting it Getting bags, with my twin Spitting facts, getting rich Diamonds dripping on my neck, on my wrist I'm gon' get in the club, I'm in the list