Extra, Extra Lyrics

Death, drugs, money, pain

No, ugh, no shame

Put that ratchet to my brain

I'm insane

I got plenty game

Put the 20k in the briefcase

I'm a cheapskate

I'm posted up with bae

I'm up here with bae

Givin' top, left lane

Imma pop on her face

Hit the drop in the rain

Call up pops, tell him "hey"

This no bop, this shit lame

Put a opp in a frame

Disrespect all day

Nothing tells a story like her eyes do

If I'm lucky, I won't make her cry too

All these blessings didn't even achoo

These hoes' messages just ain't enough proof

I'm lying if I tell you I forgive you

I'm trying to recover what I been through

I'm dying to remember all that shit too

I'm dying, can't remember all that shit too, ugh

Nothing really matters anymore

Collapsing on the floor

Would you close the door on LH?

Baby couldn't hold back her roar

That's okay, yeah, I'm okay though

My home is on the road, that's a winnebago

We go where I say so

Imma take my time, no, I don't like to rush

I got the right moves, I can make your girl blush

I got options, I can choose, that garden growing lush

Imma take what's mine, yeah, it's really that much

I don't have the time for you boys' such and such

Sour mood, feeling lime, lift me up with a dutch

So surreal, now sublime, bent her up, 'cause I crush

Nothing really matters, but Imma still come in here clutch

Ay

Death, drugs, money, pain

No, ugh, no shame

Put that ratchet to my brain

I'm insane

I got plenty game

Put the 20k in the briefcase

I'm a cheapskate

Posted up with bae

I'm up in here with bae

Givin' top, lane

Imma pop, face

Hit the drop in the rain

Call up pops, tell him "hey"

This no bop, this shit lame

Put a opp in a frame

Disrespect all day