Cole 38 Lyrics

Look

Aye

I don't want talk

I wanna get off

I wanna fly with the birds and the bees

I ain't really fucking with half of the shit that you humans been doing for real (nah)

I look at your check, I look at your flex, I know they do not coexist

I look at your bitch, I look at my ex, I know why you mad as shit for real

I think you be watching my shoes too much

I think your be checking your phone too much

I think you be fucking with fucking too much

In all of this lust, I don't see the love

Might cop me a house hidden inside the hills

Might live next to Drizzy

And party with Drake

If the music loud, I will not complain

I don't need nobody to buy my crib

I'll probably walk over a bottle of paign

And a couple of bitches to gift to Champaign

Somebody tell em that my name is Araine, and I'll make it rain when I'm paid

I think you be watching my shoes too much

I think your be checking your phone too much

I think you be fucking with fucking too much

In all of this lust, I don't see the

I only see money and mula (mula)

She wanted a nigga with mula who look like he fit and work out at the gym a lot

He wanted a badass bitch who look like a savage, the way that her body rock

Ain't nobody got what they wanted, until they did get what they got, but they didn't want

Yuh like how I'm breaking it down, huh?

I'm treating the truth like gun and a bullet and I came here to shoot each and every round

Remember the days of the Saints?

Well these are the days when the aliens are coming down

If they need gas tell em we got pounds

Enough that they making it outta town

I stand on my hood but they on my back

I'm telling you boy that's some Ying and Yang

I don't want talk

I wanna get off

I wanna fly with the birds and the bees

I ain't really fucking with half of the shit that you humans been doing for real

I look at your check, I look at your flex, I know they do not coexist

I look at your bitch, I look at my ex, I know why you mad as shit for real