Commercial feat. Lil Uzi Vert

歌詞

Tay Keith, this too hard I paid some extra before we even come out And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin' I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin' Go run the store, run and get rubber bands I done got rich, I done put on my mans Choppas in traffic, that's just how I'm livin' They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand She take a trip, she come back with a tan I take a trip, I come back with them bands When I was dealin', it really was killin' them Had them come pinch, tryna see what I'm payin' She throw a hoodie on soon as we land She don't like pics, I got too many fans I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want And it's really a limit, you do what you can I found the booth and I put that shit up 'Fore I run out of cash, they're gonna run out of land I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing I swear I don't even know her name I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance They gave me ten M&M's on advance Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me I guess He was part of the plan How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' Put in they face, let them see what I'm sayin' I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band Free all the bros, know I would if I can If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it 'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smash Hold up, who got Backwood? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that? We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back And forth with niggas, 'cause these niggas be holding racks On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back I turn 8 million right until I'm a quarterback Spend a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back, 24 (Woo) I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty They say the drop hot, and it's ready Might stretch it out but it ain't Fetti (Yes) Say my dawg doin' time, but I know he ain't gonna snitch 'Cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me My dogs at the celly, he told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?) Went up in my price in my pocket like Kelly Fucked her in the telly', no I can't not say who, no telly My head gettin' heavy Ayy, you know I still got Balmains on my ass No, I can't do no Amiris Said I'm takin' trips, long flights they scary She said her birthday in March, okay, cool So, that means you an Aries I told her "Gotta go," she said "You serious?" Diamonds cold, it's December, my vibe Sagittarius Hold up, who got Backwood? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that? I can switch up and come back another way Yeah, the vibe ain't right, come back another day Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave Remix weed we put it in a microwave Batch for twenty-three, like I know Michael J He can say what he want, but he gotta pay Used to hide all the guns where my momma estate Sell my drugs 'round the corner I pay all these bills, I'm a grown up My cars all look different, I own 'em I ain't with no leasin', my bitch telling me I need credit It's loud and clear if I said it I come from the gutter, I spend my a hundred on Chevys You can take me out the hood But you can't take the hood out of me Know the hood proud of me I Givenchy my tee, went and upgrade my teeth I dropped out of school, but that paper on me Hold up, who got Backwood? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that?