FADED

[Intro]
Fuck all that other shit
I'm just tryna make some fuckin' money, nigga
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that other shit
I'm just gettin' high, I'm just gettin' money, that's it

[Chorus]
I'm on the way, flight to L.A., I'm gettin' paid
I brought a pound, blowin' it down, fuck is an eighth? (Life is good)
She fuck with the sound, fuck with the dreads and the band-aid
I brought a pound, rollin' up loud, shawty, I'm facin'
(I'm sayin' though, nigga, what the fuck goin'?)
Goddamn, I'm faded
She act like she don't know my name (This shit crazy)
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

[Verse]
I could tell this ho don't speak my language (Uh, uh)
I'm hangin' out, shawty, with my gang, oh (See what I'm sayin'?)
Uh, soon as I get rich, bitch, I'm goin' name-less, hmm
Bitch, I'm backstage, trim on the mic
I see a bad bitch, book her a flight, uh
I'm on go, nigga, it's on sight, hmm
Strapped up just like a dyke, huh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
(I'm high as fuck)

[Chorus]
Flight to L.A., I'm gettin' paid (Paid)
I brought a pound, blowin' it down, fuck is an eighth? (Life is good)
She like thе sound, she like the stylе and the band-aid
I brought a pound, blowin' it down, shawty, I'm facin’
Goddamn, I'm faded

[Outro]
See what I'm sayin'? It ain't no reason to lash out
Just bool out, just chill
You know what I'm sayin'? Just cool, you know what I'm sayin'?
Feel me?