Letras
Everybody change, **** want hate
I'm still getting paid, so get up out my way
Did it on my Vlone never needed no one
Did it on my lonesome, know I had to run it up
All about this cash, alone in my coupe
Might just crash, thinking' bout you
Did it on my Vlone, did it on my Vlone
Did it on my Vlone, did it on my Vlone
Did it on my Vlone, never needed no one
How you switch? you my bro
Fill the cup with syrup bitch
It won't be long before I'm gone
Thought that I should make this song
You know how you do me wrong
You won't answer that's all I want
Fuck, okay bitch play my song
Hear me talking 'bout you now
This ain't even what I want
Just want you here in the moment
Want all the smoke who my opponent?
Say how I'm feelin' I don't think that I'm honest
I took out a pill and she tried it
Man, how you treat me like that?
Treated you like a homie
Let you sleep on my bed
When you ain't really know me
Went from running out stores to running through hoes
Got some paper and ghost, you traded the most
Everybody change, **** want hate
I'm still getting paid, so get up out my way
Did it on my Vlone never needed no one
Did it on my lonesome, know I had to run it up
All about this cash, alone in my coupe
Might just crash, thinking' bout you
Did it on my Vlone, did it on my Vlone
Did it on my Vlone, did it on my Vlone
Let me start this shit, light my spliff
Swerve anybody who can't catch my drift
You can suck my dick, yes it's stick
When you crank my shaft baby use more spit
When you rap like this hoes come quick
Like they do when they ride my dick
And when push come to shove you know that I'ma head kick
Check out the speed I'ma body this shit
I'm in the back of the Bentley
And my baby she crazy
She drive that new class Mercedes
You know the vibe is so wavy
Let's get the nights to get crazy
You know Lost Records they pay me
Can I stay I'm like maybe
You gotta talk to my lady
Yeah she love the dick, put in every inch
Got her screaming out TNT the best
Really turn her 'round, feel it in her chest
And she working out like P90X
I won't hit it raw, I can't wife a bitch
I ignore her call 'till she learn to text
I get all the hoes got me yelling next!
What should I do next? maybe count a check
Everybody change, **** want hate
I'm still getting paid, so get up out my way
Did it on my Vlone never needed no one
Did it on my lonesome, know I had to run it up
All about this cash, alone in my coupe
Might just crash, thinking' bout you
Did it on my Vlone, did it on my Vlone
Did it on my Vlone, did it on my Vlone
Written by: Lost Boy
