Grah Lyrics

I'm like okay

Came from pissy elevator hallways

Gotta chase that money

Yeah you know it's always

Beat you down

Have you skipping the foreplay

Foreplay

Need this sh!t like right now

Could fuck you good girl

With all the lights out

With all the lights out

Need this shit like right now

Could say I did this shit

Without no hand outs

Not talking money

See you later

Hate the game

Never hate on the player

Younging chilled

But still hot like Jamaica

Where im from

We take risk for paper

Where I'm from

We take risk for the back ends

Ohhhh she yelling

My name when I'm slapping

Ride me good

I just hope that you strapped In

Did you wrong

How you still want me back then

Double Cs

With the dolce gabbana

Gotta know that's it's nobody hotter

Nobody hotter

Maybe me proud

So I put you in Prada

So I put you in Prada

And that paper I got awhole lot of

And I got awhole lot of

Bet you

We could get turnted off the replay

I'm way up in the stars

Hope I don't lose focus

After we done

Have you changing the sheets ayee

Micheal Phelps

How I really be stroking

And the way that you thick girl

Really make no sense

No sense

Give her the D

She be playing the offense

I could touch

On that cat like you doja

Cup like a feen

I got lines in this soda

Soda

You can't tell me my heart getting Colder

Colder

When you cry

I can't give you this shoulder

Woahh

Woahh

When you cry

I can't give you this shoulder

Woahh

Woahh

When you cry

I can't give you this shoulder

Woahh

Woahh

Woahh

When you cry

I can't give you this shoulder

Woahh

Woahh

Woahh

When you cry

I can't give you this shoulder

I'm like okay

Came from pissy elevator hallways

Gotta chase that money

Yeah you know it's always

Beat you down

Have you skipping the foreplay

Foreplay

Need this shit like right now

Could fuck you good girl

With all the lights out

With all the lights out

Need this shit like right now

Could say I did this shit

Without no hand outs

Not talking money

See you later

Hate the game

Never hate on the player

Young chilled

But still hot like Jamaica

Where im from

We take risk for paper

Where I'm from

We take risk for the back ends

Ohhhh she yelling

My name when I'm slapping

Ride me good

I just hope that you strapped In

Did you wrong

How you still want me back then