shade Lyrics

How can you play with my heart if we were nothing from the start?

Throwing the shade

I'm stuck in my ways

I feel like I'm Tony Stark

She throwing that ass

Begging me to last

Stroking her good while I'm smoking the gas

I'm in my lane, it's lonely at the top

Like Da Baby, this song is a bop

You play with my feelings

Moving and slithering

I guess this is how the chapter ends

Hop in the Benz

Her body is a ten

I guess I'm changing like Ben 10

You on my mind

Helluva time

Gripping the thighs

You so divine

You don't deserve me

Chirping the birdie

I guess imma call up my other bitch

See how that sounds

Up and down

That's what happens when the situation switch

Trapping the six, I feel like drake

Manifesting it, I know they gone hate

I love the pain

I love the fame

I love the shade

We are part of the same

I seen your text and I left it on read

Thinking about money when I hop in the bed

Keeping my options

You are the opp

You were the one I needed to drop

Thinking about love, fitting the glove

Hating the energy I'm cuffing

She says that she miss me

Even the history

The way that booty bouncing, I'm bussing

No need to fuss

This was all lust

Deleted the number and left it in the dust

I do what I want, I feel like I'm Russ

She is a Psycho the one I can't trust

You sent a text and I ain't text back

Fugg the noise I don't need that

Now lean back, watch it stack

Money flipping like jumping jacks

Defense line like a cornerback

Pumping fast like a heart attack

Skipping over like a broken track

Rewind back for the multi-plat

I don't really fuck with you niggas

I don't need to pull no triggers

Mind on the top dollar figures

Every night Imma dream bigger, yuh

I love the pain

I love the fame

I love the shade

We are part of the same

I love the pain

I love the fame

I love the shade

We are part of the same

How can you play with my heart if we were nothing from the start?

Throwing the shade

I'm stuck in my ways

I feel like I'm Tony Stark

She throwing that ass

Begging me to last

Stroking her good while I'm smoking the gas

I'm in my lane

It's lonely at the top

Like Da Baby, this song is a bop