[Verse 1: Major Nine, Chief Pound]
Skin complexion of a honey bun
Gotta throw my dollars she's a one of one
No time for no games, I don't play that
I fuck wit' you, you fuck wit' me you better say ya
'Cause I don't see nobody in your place yet
I don't fuck wit' people 'cause they fake
Please show me that your [?]
Hol' lotta money so you know you got problems
Hol' lotta bitches so you know I got options
I don't mean to test you I'm just seein' if you rockin'
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch I cut 'em off like they ain't nothin'
All that nasty shit a nigga doin' I know she feel me
If a nigga start right now she might kill me, like oh
If I ever play I ain't trippin' 'bout no hoes (No, no, no, no)
Okay, real nigga rappers in the steppin' evеry season
I [?] gimme one morе reason
Fuck me then you leavin'
Say you got a nigga at home but you don't need 'im
[?] screamin'
I know, you gon' hear my phone tomorrow
I'm fuckin' [?]
[Chorus: Major Nine, Chief Pound]
My broken heart might fuck the streets up (Uh)
I might just act like don't need her
Faded with these shades on, I don't see her
My ear closed 'cause I wasn't a believer
I ain't believe it when you told me
You loved me when you was ridin'
But keep on ridin', I'm still inside it, dive in
I think it's right because the timin'
I spent a lot up on these diamonds, to make sure that she's shinin'
[Verse 2: Chief Pound]
I still on hope she don't call 12 'cause I keep a 9
I know she wit' me but she ain't mine
I'm only in it for a great time
I call 'er up she show that pussy out on Facetime
I'm on the way now (Mm)
She pick it up and lick it up she movin' slow
I gotta go she told me "No"
She's doin' freaky shit wit' me but then her nigga's still at home
Turn her phone on airplane mode, messages ain't goin' through
[?] turn around and I'ma beat it now, I'ma eat it now
All of us gotta fall in line, gotta fall in line
All my niggas gotta fall in line, 'til I fall in line (Yeah)
[Chorus: Major Nine, Chief Pound]
My broken heart might fuck the streets up (Uh)
I might just act like don't need her
Faded with these shades on, I don't see her
My ear closed 'cause I wasn't a believer
I ain't believe it when you told me
You loved me when you was ridin'
But keep on ridin', I'm still inside it, dive in
I think it's right because the timin'
I spent a lot up on these diamonds, to make sure that she's shinin'
[Outro: Major Nine]
Skin complexion of a honey bun
Gotta throw my dollars she's a one of one
No time for no games, I don't play that
I fuck wit' you, you fuck wit' me you better say ya
'Cause I don't see nobody in your place yet
I don't fuck wit' people 'cause they fake
Please show me that your [?]
Hol' lotta money so you know you got problems
Hol' lotta bitches so you know I got options
Ifwy was written by Major Nine.
Ifwy was produced by Mook On The Beats.
Major Nine released Ifwy on Fri Nov 27 2020.