Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WANTS!, artist - Autumn!. Date of issue: 10.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WANTS! |
| To my place you can’t go, so you better watch it |
| I gotta go hit spendin' money out of my pocket |
| Gotta start puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can’t stop sayin' «Sorry about that» |
| Three A.M. |
| and she’s still up textin' me, she eat me up like it’s Beni-bachi |
| Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out |
| it? |
| Lame ass nigga keep on talkin' bout me, but he don’t want no smoke about it |
| I done came a long way, who would’ve thought 'cause I was the one that they |
| doubted |
| She said she in love, I don’t know what you thought, you know you just here to |
| get private |
| Grew up, but I’m still a bad ass kid, no wonder I was get grounded |
| We are not the same, you chasin' a bitch, but I get chased by a thousand |
| We are not the same, you did it for free, but I cannot take less than a thousand |
| We are not the same, you high as the ceiling, but my niggas are high as the |
| mountains |
| We are not the same, your shit is just cool, but my shit is more than astounding |
| Woah, woah |
| We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce |
| Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket |
| From a place you can’t go, so you better watch it |
| I gotta go hit spendin' money out of my pocket |
| Gotta start puttin' my ho’s on Yeat 'cause now they can’t stop sayin' «Sorry about that» |
| Three A.M. |
| and she’s still up textin' me, she eat me up like it’s Beni-bachi |
| Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out |
| it? |
| Broke her heart and she keep on tryna link me, she in love with being around me |
| Fucked on one of her friends the other week, her opp |
| Money, guns, and power, that’s the only three things I keep around me |
| We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce |
| Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket |
| From a place you can’t go, so you better watch it |
| I gotta go hit spendin' money out of my pocket |
| Gotta start puttin' my ho’s on Yeat 'cause now they can’t stop sayin' «Sorry about that» |
| Three A.M. |
| and she’s still up textin' me, she eat me up like it’s Beni-bachi |
| Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out |
| it? |