| I’m like fuck that bitch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener
|
| Find the baddest bitch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina
|
| I’m just wondering if she got a man cuz there ain’t no ring on that finger
|
| I got pull-up game like Stephen Curry, my pull-out game is like Jenga
|
| Shut the fuck up, I ain’t tryna have no conversation
|
| City show so much love when the boy came home broke MF had to hate it
|
| I ain’t have to make it, could’ve worked a 9−5 like you when I graduated
|
| But I’m glad I waited, cuz I’ma hit your girl from the back; |
| send a MF back to
|
| basics
|
| Why ain’t you listen? |
| I told you be quiet (yeah)
|
| Put out your album and nobody buying (yeah)
|
| I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying (yeah)
|
| You just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying
|
| (nah)
|
| This is a monologue, why am I speaking to you?
|
| It’s like confession with me in the booth, father forgive me for speaking the
|
| truth
|
| I got that piece on my necklace turn water to wine, but I mix that vodka with
|
| juice
|
| Switch it to whiskey and mixing vermouth, I’m drunk in Manhattan…
|
| HOOK
|
| My shit blowing up
|
| So many calls, my shit blowing up
|
| No time to talk, my shit blowing up
|
| My ringer off but I’m still blowing up
|
| Yeah I’m blowing up
|
| My shit blowing up
|
| Like Independence Day, I’m blowing up
|
| Shit more like Michael Bay, I’m blowing up
|
| Slow motion walk-away, I’m blowing up
|
| Yeah I’m blowing up
|
| Got that Swisher Sweet, pack sour; |
| Sam Jackson, my pack louder
|
| Riding around in that matte black on 24's like Jack Bauer
|
| Rubber band on my left wrist, pulling up on my ex-bitch
|
| I broke up with that old girl but I’m still using her Netflix
|
| Fuck all my exes, I could still fuck all my exes, they tryna get drunk in my
|
| section
|
| I know you mad cuz you standing in line and I just go in, I don’t know where to
|
| exit
|
| She give me neck for the necklace, she reckless; |
| give her that dick like 50
|
| Shades
|
| I want all these whips and chains, damn I feel like Christian Gray
|
| How many times did I tell you be quiet? |
| (yeah)
|
| Calling my phone and I’m hitting decline (yeah)
|
| I got the minutes and data but I don’t got time (yeah)
|
| I’m tryna talk to the money; |
| my inbox is full and you blocking my line (nah)
|
| I’m changing my number, I gotta get back to the business
|
| I’ma be running shit, you on that other shit; |
| hop on a track and get back to
|
| the fitness
|
| You keep on talking about shit you don’t got like the money and cars and the
|
| clothes
|
| and the bitches
|
| I’m like when Jordan came back with the Bulls, you’re like when Jordan came back
|
| with the Wizards
|
| HOOK |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Michael Bay, artist - Cal Scruby. Album song House in the Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп