Guilty Pleasure (feat. Lucid)

Drop it down Drop it down Drop it down Drop it down Don't let it get to your head I just put that work in and I'm crazy stressed (yeah) Yes, made 'em all follow blindly 'til they lay to rest (yeah) What a mess But I got all these diamonds so I don't stay depressed Daily checks Man, I get paid to flex You ballin', I raise the bet (raise the bet) No worries about any losses Already lost my soul (soul) But I got a bottle A couple o' shorties who know how to drop it low No matter the drug, I feel the regret But I want it all, I'm not gonna fold Already done it a couple o' times One more play and I'll let it go Broke ego, get me that thick wallet (whoa) Drop it down, don't let it get to your head I'm a bad bitch, there's something that you said Drop it down, don't let it get to your head (L-U-C-I-D, yo) Tapped in, yeah it's time to roll Late nights at the club with a pile of dough Uh, let the pilot know We ain't finna make it on the flight no more I got a feeling I'ma be the one to find her soul You ain't gotta climb that pole We got time to blow So if you want it, we can sky the globe Just tell me wherever you like to go (it's like that) Pour me up, let's slide to the back I just wanna vibe with the fam Got a light in my hand So I might be the man for her Now my night's full of plans for her Brought my camera, we can do an amateur You can be Pamela Damn it, I'm clamped to her Can't put a title on it, it's ironic 'Cause our story came from a blank canvas here (yeah) Never knew that I'd be a victim to your scent Need to find prescriptions Light show, VIP, smoke rises Mind gone, now I can't open my eyelids I'm on, so no matter what the time is Lucid supply hits, like I'm a right wrist Too high, they been saying I'm a flight risk Ha, tell 'em get off my dick Broke ego, get me that thick wallet (whoa) Drop it down, don't let it get to your head I'm a bad bitch, there's something that you said Drop it down, don't let it get to your head Broke ego, get me that thick wallet (thick wallet) Drop it down, don't let it get to your head I'm a bad bitch (bad bitch), there's something that you said Drop it down, don't let it get to your head Got that black card, your arm over my shoulder But boy, you know your place, we're getting older Doing same things, more cash, until it's over And later, you better come get me in your rover