Macy's Lyrics

Baby I need some help

I'm stuck on the track like Michelin

When we get back to the crib,

She already know what the mission is

She must've been on a whole different roster cause she already know her positioning

And she ain't from the streets,

But she be gripping it

And when she rock rock rock

I can't be missing it

And when she knock knock knock

I just be killing it

It's the wok when she lean

She don't wanna go to Macy's

They selling merch like the dreams

She chasing it

She hooked on paper like a fien

Still be facing it

Now she really hooked on me

So I can't be wasting it

I know she a 10

And I keep it 100

But when we get money

You know that's a rack

Know that's a fact

But when she get lonely I'm blasting it blasting it blasting it right back

Let me know where you at

Just let me know where you at

No times for games like the weather man

when I call it rains

Highest on the plane, all black fitted equipped like Bruce Wayne

She on angel timing,

Fucking with the demons I know she lying

Riding first class,

She wanna drive boat so she can't be the pilot

My heart it beat too silent

Ego way too vibrant

Promise still be broken

So my senses be hiding

But I'm player one, no no

I can't forfeit

She asking where I got it,

Lil mama this imported

Gotta understand before all this I wasn't wanted

Settle all the feelings,

Write it down and just record it

When she lean

She don't wanna go to Macy's

They selling merch like the dreams

She chasing it

She hooked on paper like a fien

Still be facing it

Now she really hooked on me

So I can't be wasting it

It's the wok when she lean

She don't wanna go to Macy's

They selling merch like the dreams

She chasing it

She hooked on paper like a fien

Still be facing it

Now she really hooked on me

So I can't be wasting it

When she lean

She don't wanna go to Macy's

They selling merch like the dreams

She chasing it

She hooked on paper like a fien

Still be facing it

Now she really hooked on me

So I can't be wasting it

It's the wok when she lean

She don't wanna go to Macy's

They selling merch like the dreams

She chasing it

She hooked on paper like a fien

Still be facing it

Now she really hooked on me

So I can't be wasting it