Lyrics
Here we go again
I don't wanna fuck I wanna know your friends
When she with a G she can't control her hands
Tell me what you mean that you can't cancel plans?
Make amends
Oh here we go again
Got this shit for free I ain't gonna pay for brands
Why would I supply when I got straight demand
Tell me what it takes and imma take it all from you
Oh oh oh oh
Think I need to see a shrink the demons they at large again
Popping pills not one of each, imma need like four of them
Do you think I worry about the details?
Block you even email
How we gonna argue then?
Oh nah nah
I never miss a shot, I grew up with the shottas
I keep on hitting all these notes like it's a opera
She's tryna fuck, she like it rough
She got a soft touch naturally
Rise and grind
Steady incline
I got money always money on my mind
I stopped chasing all them bitches but some fine as hell
Feel like Deja Vu we met before cause I can't tell
Here we go again
I don't wanna fuck I wanna know your friends
When she with a G she can't control her hands
Tell me what you mean that you can't cancel plans?
Make amends
Oh here we go again
Got this shit for free I ain't gonna pay for brands
Why would I supply when I got straight demand
Tell me what it takes and imma take it all from you
Oh oh oh oh
Tell em get off of me
I'll show all of you properly
Bitches think I'm obviously something that I'm probably
Listing all the girls she think she hotter than, ain't bothered b
Mix a little pain and a lil Wayne and we get Carter III
I might nominate these hoes
Trying to elevate my bros
I been drowning all of the pain away with some of the pills I chose
Wouldn't surprise me if they started fainting up front at my shows
Shooting fade-aways like Kobe back in 08
They keep saying this shit heat but damn it's just my throwaways
I been writing beats since 17 it took the whole day
Keep on spitting back to back like Drake did in the old days
Course I grew up on that Meek Mill, chasing dreams and nightmares
Shorties tryna rub on me I told em that my type rare
Step into the jeweller and you know I brought the ice there
Peaches in my vision, I Spy a little lie
Your man don't know you chilling with this guy
I can keep your secrets if you want to then just promise
If I hit your phone then you'll reply know when you wanted
I don't care if he sat next to you cause you got me
If you make this promise make sure this the one you keep
Here we go again
I don't wanna fuck I wanna know your friends
When she with a G she can't control her hands
Tell me what you mean that you can't cancel plans?
Make amends
Oh here we go again
Got this shit for free I ain't gonna pay for brands
Why would I supply when I got straight demand
Tell me what it takes and imma take it all from you
Oh oh oh oh
Writer(s): Jony-christian Linton-jude, Kyle Page
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