Lyrics For Me - A2

For Me

Wanna see a lotta paper 'fore I meet my maker
In a beach eating snapper back home in Jamaica yeah
My real heart is in Tobago yeah
Bet she gonna pop it when I say so
This is real money this ain’t play dough
Been a trill nigga since the incubator
Imma get this money tell Em F a hater
She said I tell ya later
She gon' pop it for me, says she gon' drop it for me
She gon' pop it for me, says she gonna drop it for me
She gonna pop it for me, she gon' drop it for me
My niggas like when your shutting dropping Homie?
I’m like who?
I just keep it lowkey, ya know me
When’s your shit dropping?
I know they’re all watching
And I got what they want do they still want it?
Once I get this popping
Only God can make me stop it word
And I know what goes on in their mind
Bunch of missed calls from these washed rappers
Weren’t ringing me when it was their time
Now it’s foreign grind and posh airlines
With some vixen chicks and some rare wine
And soon radio spins got me balling off of this air time
I’m in Amsterdam with some day ones
Dutch girl telling me she smoke marijuana and bay rum
Told me to live for the day cos we’re getting older and the days young
Said I should phone her when the days done
It’s either she a heart donor or a heart smoker word
She gon' pop it for me, then she gon' drop it for me
She gon' pop it for me, then she gon' drop it for me
She gonna pop it for me, then she gon' drop it for me
My niggas like when your shit dropping Homie?
I tell em call it loud, I just keep it lowkey yeah ya know me
I tell em call it loud, I just keep it lowkey yeah ya know me
I tell em call it loud, I just keep it lowkey yeah ya know me