Japan ft. Benzo Lyrics

Yeah

Uh-Huh

(Luke)

(ahhhhhhh)

I'm not like these other rappers, I got more than motivation (yeah)

Yeah I'm talented just listen, you could hear my explanation

I be sliding on the beat (huh), like I got an invitation

Baby tell me what you need, cause I got different medications

I got percs, I got Xans

I got money, I got bands (what you need)

In Miami, catch a tan

Makin music, you a fan (yeah)

I been sayin ima make it baby, don't you understand (what)

Say she wanna take a trip (huh), fly out to Japan (woah)

Baby why the fuck you trip (huh), say I'm not your mans

Only buy what's out of stock (yeah)

I don't buy what's in demand (no)

I'm the type to see you struggling, never lend a hand (never)

You the type to be a bitch, and you ain't even make a band (you a bitch)

I know that I'm an artist, but I know more than a band

This bitch freaky, take her to the beach, fuck her on the sand

I be acting like I'm deaf (huh), baby what you sayin

Ask her for her number, then I ask her where she staying (yeah)

I said baby where you stay at (where the fuck)

Showed the bitch my songs, now she keep them on playback (always)

Why you actin funny (huh), baby I don't play that

Thought it was a Benz, but I pulled up in a Maybach

How the fuck you need a handout, you ain't up a band

When I'm done greazin on your bitch, I'm boutta fuck her friend (oof)

Im only worried bout this blick, I'm tryna get it in

Big body AMG, it's hitting 110

On the opps, getting so fast, the feds on my head

Cut the alley once, then you got to pop out that van

Come around the corner, BOOM, we just popped your mans

Making all these plays bitch, I feel like Money Man (bitch, bitch)

Back to back in these foreign whips, bitches from Japan

I got this lil spoof that be on me, the zoot in my hand

Come around this section bitch, you know I got them fans

Why she always throwing all that ass, she tryna get it in

I'm tryna get in

5 "4" skinny bitch, I can't get it in

She off a Adderall, but I just popped a Ritalin (wtf)

Yeah, I get beats made for me, that I be spitting in (I be)

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (what)

Baby tell me was he like me (woah)

I got designer on my shoes, I know you like me

I got Amiri on my pants, I know you like me

Yeah, why yo ex always beefing, tryna fight me

She say Luke, (huh), are you tryna wife me

I said I'm tryna fuck, cause I can't have no wifey (no I can't)

Amiri shoes, Spyder pants, with a white tee (Spyder pants)

I'm making music can't nobody do it like me (nobody)

Yeah, I made 10 racks last week (really)

150 and I'm drunk, you won't pass me (no)

She heard the song, who this, I told her that's me

You get it, (mhm), I told her that's me

(Luke)