Tell On Me Lyrics

Close my eyes while driving, I leave my car swerving

I get money, she get money, You would think she perfect

I'ma buy her all the jewelry, You'll think she worth it

I buy chrome and it look clean, But my wrist is dirty

True religion on my jeans, "VTMNTS" on my sleeve

Walked in that function with my glee, They ain't checkin' me

And my bro got hella stripes, Look like a referee

Yeah, I could "Melly" my own bro, If he tell on me

Hop in that spaceship, hop in that car, Hop in that vroom

Money a drug, I'm seeing colors, These not shrooms

Work hard for my fans, I'm cooped up in my room

I rock "Chrome Heart" socks, So these not Fruit of looms

I just bein' me, I would hate to be you

I get money, she keep thinkin', I'ma play her too

I came out first place and they tryna make me player two

They keep tryna start beef with me, I'm ducked off in my coupe'

Close my eyes while driving, I leave my car swerving

I get money, she get money, You would think she perfect

I'ma buy her all the jewelry, You'll think she worth it

I buy chrome and it look clean, But my wrist is dirty

True religion on my jeans, "VTMNTS" on my sleeve

Walked in that function with my glee, They ain't checkin' me

And my bro got hella stripes, Look like a referee

Yeah, I could "Melly" my own bro, If he tell on me

I'm tryna bake sum, Yeah get grimmey

Watch how the snake get slimy

Mmm, My lil' glock, gon' do some bindin'

It leave him open-minded

Mmm, The fast car got her smiling

We boutta boost my milage

Mmm, pay for her nails, start smilin'

Pay for her nails, she quiet

Mmm, huh, walk in the trap, they smiley

Pull out the teach, they quiet

Mmm, huh, My bro take hella drugs

He tryna test his body

Mmm, She getting loose off the wocky

So tired, the girl start nodding

Trip off all this money

No I don't take no oxy

Close my eyes while driving, I leave my car swerving

I get money, she get money, You would think she perfect

I'ma buy her all the jewelry, You'll think she worth it

I buy chrome and it look clean, But my wrist is dirty

True religion on my jeans, "VTMNTS" on my sleeve

Walked in that function with my glee, They ain't checkin' me

And my bro got hella stripes, Look like a referee

Yeah, I could "Melly" my own bro, If he tell on me