Timeline Lyrics

Stressed out tryna get my mind off this shit, man

I just booted up, yeah, off the drugs

She wanna slide on me, yeah, she want love

I just been counting up money every day, lil' hoe

I'm in the studio, feel like I'm stuck

If you wanna come slide on me, I'm in the cut

I got yo vibe and I feel on her butt

He got a lil' money, he think that he up

But everything that he getting, shit from luck

High school lunch break, I was rolling dutches

I was in the class, knocked out like, fuck it

I was in the stu junior year, I was bussing

I was in the field, big ballin' like none

2020 turned low-key, but this shit ain't done

Pop out pockets filled with big hunnids

If you catch me I'm probably thumbing

I love that money, it really talk to me

Them boys really goofy, I know how they coming

They ain't on shit, boy, I know how you running

I got too many songs, baby, them motherfuckin' hits

They came with abundance

Too many vibes, but I stay working

They all want my last name

Record me a hit, I cash out on clothes

I'm up in the club, baby, in the stu

All in the same day, I said, roll me up the eighth

Bae, boot up, I stay up in space

Wait, plug supposed to drop off big weight

I got a motherfuckin' new chain

Baby, like, this a real cool chain

I'm in the motherfuckin' X6

I put my bae in that new Range

Watching that bih' bend over

It do what it do, ayy

Baby, you know you my new craze

You can come find me in my cave

Baby I'm making sure I'm payed

Fuck what they all say

Like them boys talking crazy

I swear they obsessed with me

But I said what a shame

They trying to get next to me

And we just cleared them boys

And I ain't even left my feet

We just cleared that street

Riding around in that jeep, creepin

You ain't never been in the field, no cleats

And Brodie just sent me a hunnid sum beats

And you know me, boy how I run every beat

I don't know nobody, why you tell them that we meet

If you wanting a verse, know, I'm charging a fee

I just Pull up to the fe, all eyes on me

They said that they got it, but we like, please

You aint never had a thing

Like boy get yo sorry ass on with that music

You aint ever on the scene

Pop out Balenciaga on my glasses

And on my chest, and motherfuckin' bape jeans

Let them boys assemble up

They all up on the same thing

Only my girl or the money get an answer

It's the same ring