MESSAGE Lyrics

Yea

Yea, yea

Yea

Uh, yea

(Yuh, yea-aa)

Yea

Yea, yea

I'ma go

In the ghost

I'm in the rarri or the rolls

I'm never sorry, I'm too cold

Another party on these hoes

And I been ballin' at the bank

I catch you callin' I won't pay no mind

And I won't ever fold

Bitch I'm too solid like a gold-piece

Bitches swear they know me

Don't know me like my OG's

They just wan' control me

They rats

Can't get hold of my cheese

I don't even know why they gon' talk about me like I'm weak

Cause on the track

It's a murder homie

I'm talkin' third degree

Bitch it's a money splurge

I'm comin' first

And you won't see me

I'm too fast

200 on the dash

You can see the tires burn

Wanted my things finer

Now I take it as a sign or

Move on from that shit

Cause better things up in my binder (yea, yea)

I always knew in class

That I was different from the normals in the room

I knew had a future comin' up

That shit is coming soon

And now they lightyears behind

I'm chiefin' on the moon

And now she give me that mind

Then she gon' leave at noon

I pull up in her room

A dancin' demon

Like Duke Duece (yea)

I get 'em sick

Anemic

Every season

Got the juice

(Yeaa-a)

And I just got the sauce

At every cost

I got the two

Now I get what I want

The money talk

Like who are you

I pull guns are blazin'

Getting faded

Fuck the rules

Yea lil' bitch

I'm too cool

Make your friends wetter than a pool

I always been a star

I been a troop

Ain't nothing new

Now when she call me

Champagne Papi finna pick up too

And I aligned with all my Chakras

Now I'm fuckin' that bitch proper

Legs up in the air like choppers

She do tricks then I won't stop her

She a freak

But only when she fuck with me

I live a dream, I live my life in luxury

These girls in love with me

She said she had enough of me

My homies we be running deep

She boujee sipping bubbly

Think she too good to fuck with me

Then see me on the first page

Of her favorite magazine

Not sorry

Bitch I'm too great

It's everyday

Bitch I'm on a plane with a new model

Poppin' pussy

Popping bottles

Gotta put the whip on auto

But I'm pushing it full throttle

All my life, never been coddled

Fuck her good and make her waddle

Leave her thinking, Aristotle

I feel like Stephen Curry

Watch me murder from the three

You can catch me out on an island

Getting brain on the beach

It's all 'bout trophies and jerseys

I'm in a hurry

Winning spree

Shawty stay up on her knees

But she lame

I fall asleep

I came from Puerto Rico

Out to Las Vegas

Finding my place up in this world

Life's amazing

Just steady chasing my bag

I know they prayin' I fall

I know they saying I'm bad

I'm doing better than I ever been

And you still in last

I'm zooming faster than a Taladega night

Got my lil' princess with me

Like Disney

Put the bitch in ice

I know I fucked up in the past

I ain't gon' do it twice

Now I go run some on the track

Like I was Jerry Rice

Yea

Aye