Guilty Pleasure ft. Lucid Lyrics

Drop it down

Drop it down

Drop it down

Drop it down

Don't let it get to your head

I just put that work in and I'm crazy stressed

Yes, made 'em all follow blindly 'til they lay to rest

What a mess

But I got all these diamonds so I don't stay depressed

Daily checks

Man, I get paid to flex

You ballin', I raise the bet

No worries about any losses

Already lost my soul

But I got a bottle

A couple o' shorties who know how to drop it low

No matter the drug, I feel the regret

But I want it all, I'm not gonna fold

Already done it a couple o' times

One more play and I'll let it go

Broke ego, get me that thick wallet

Drop it down, don't let it get to your head

I'm a bad bitch, there's something that you said

Drop it down, don't let it get to your head

Tapped in, yeah it's time to roll

Late nights at the club with a pile of dough

Uh, let the pilot know

We ain't finna make it on the flight no more

I got a feeling I'ma be the one to find her soul

You ain't gotta climb that pole

We got time to blow

So if you want it, we can sky the globe

Just tell me wherever you like to go (it's like that)

Pour me up, let's slide to the back

I just wanna vibe with the fam

Got a light in my hand

So I might be the man for her

Now my night's full of plans for her

Brought my camera, we can do an amateur

You can be Pamela

Damn it, I'm clamped to her

Can't put a title on it, it's ironic

'Cause our story came from a blank canvas here

Never knew that I'd be a victim to your scent

Need to find prescriptions

Light show, VIP, smoke rises

Mind gone, now I can't open my eyelids

I'm on, so no matter what the time is

Lucid supply hits, like I'm a right wrist

Too high, they been saying I'm a flight risk

Ha, tell 'em get off my dick

Broke ego, get me that thick wallet

Drop it down, don't let it get to your head

I'm a bad bitch, there's something that you said

Drop it down, don't let it get to your head

Broke ego, get me that thick wallet

Drop it down, don't let it get to your head

I'm a bad bitch, there's something that you said

Drop it down, don't let it get to your head

Got that black card, your arm over my shoulder

But boy, you know your place we're getting older

Doing same things, more cash, until it's over

And later, you better come get me in your rover