WAY 2 LIT Lyrics

Okay

If it come down to it

I know my dog won't switch

Definitely not over money

Definitely not 'bout a bitch

In the studio 4am way too lit

Way too lit

I can't stop 'til I'm way too rich

Way too rich

Then even if, Ima keep dropping these hits

Back to back I'm on some shit

Young n**** turnt as a bitch

Go ask my fans I just can't miss

Straight out the gate can't wait

Taking my foot off the brakes

They was sleeping on me it's too late

They looking back like we made a mistake

Going fast n**** pick up the pace

I'm in the first place winning the race

My name ain't Fin I don't fuck with no jakes

If I get caught then I'm spanking that case

Straight like that, boy stop playing you ain't made like that

Take one of mines Ima take one back

Now you got turned to a pack

Skinny jeans fitted all black

Helmut Lang on me to match

N**** you better not lack

I live in Philly it feel like Chiraq

Come get your bitch she acting like a brat

After I'm done beating down her back

Spot 'em we got 'em we 'bouta attack

Don't play with me n**** go play with some racks

N**** that's facts

Bro told me he want a scat, I told him I want a track

I told bro stay down and believe me

We gonna get that

Straight out the mud sneaks muddy

I get so high outta space Kid Cudi

Pop out in public these people they love me

Now she keep saying she want me

But I think I want her buddy

I might hit you if you lucky

Oh she must think I'm a dummy

She call me cheap can't get none from me

If it come down to it

I know my dog won't switch

Definitely not over money

Definitely not 'bout a bitch

In the studio 4am way too lit

Way too lit

I can't stop 'til I'm way too rich

Way too rich

Then even if, Ima keep dropping these hits

Back to back I'm on some shit

Young n**** turnt as a bitch

Go ask my fans I just can't miss