Y2K Lyrics

I be outside tryna get to money uh

Food on my plate boy I'm hungry uh

Wrapped up in bills and bills like Destiny's Child I feel like a mummy uh

I got like too much on me

Gotta clock in

Gotta put in the work

2 bad bitches flirting

You ain't my shawdy

Get put on the curb for nothin

I gotta get this money

If you a vibe for the night be out by the sun

Yea my bitch is fine

Too divine

Dark skin, Coco puff

Yea these nigga try me

Really slimy

But y'all ain't really worth too much uh

Y2K my fit

Shawdy bad as fuck

Hair done

Nails did

I done seen it all

Call my plug

It is what it is huh

She like white girl, model x, type script uh

On my Mike shit

King of popping my shit

Bro done popped a Tesla, Elon musk spaceship

Gotta Rocawear fit on stunting just like Ye did

Hit it once then pass the blunt yea I be on my J Kidd uh

I do what I want

It make no sense

How I'm still living

Workin bout 24 hours a day

My clock

Ain't stop for a minute

My heart won't stop till I'm finish

A limit I can't never feel it

Ain't touching the floor but ain't reaching my ceiling uh

A million different feelings

But stopping ain't never been one to live in my mind

I Ain't even reach my prime

But I'm primetime shawdy

My grind Rob Dyrdek

Shawdy wanna ride on me

I'm fine shawdy

My mind all on a check

And I gotta fine shawdy

Like hell nah

I Ont wanna another chick

I'll never make a side project

Like a tech deck rather make a flip

I got like two os inside a zip

I got like two bowls like a beyblade choose one imma let it rip

I got bout too many ways I can go

Up like a elevator lift

I can pop off like a Dr Pepp or I can go pop on you Taylor swift

I goin off on you I'll blitz

I get them thoughts the sacrifices

And the losses

Scars show when I flex

I cut em off

If I ain't trusting what you talking

I ain't worried bout shit

Shawdy too bold

Take her top off like a corvette

2 phones

2 cold

bout my business yeah

Y2K my fit

Shawdy bad as fuck

Hair done

Nails did

I done seen it all

Call my plug

It is what it is uh

She like white girl, model x, type script uh

On my Mike shit

King of popping my shit

Bro done popped a Tesla Elon musk spaceship

Gotta Rocawear fit on stunting just like Ye did

Hit it once den pass the blunt yea I be on my J Kidd uh

I do what I want

It make no sense

How I'm still living