Lebron

[Intro]
I miss you, Spleen

[Chorus: Wavehi]
She said, "How much money do you want?" I said, "A lot"
My shit slap, I should post up with Chris Rock
Boy, your shit trash, you should go and get a job
Got a muzzle with the flash, like I pulled up with the AUG
And that bitch's lookin' bad, so I pulled her out the block
Brodie, why you gettin' mad? All she wanna do is talk
If you hurt her shit before, brodie, I don't think you run
If she actin' like a— (Ah), then I hope you live along

[Verse 1: Wavehi]
My heart is hella broken, so I put it in these songs
I don't hope that she notice all these memories are gone
Life feels so hopeless, but at least I got thesе songs
Now I'm dunkin' on these bitches, makin' monеy like Lebron

[Bridge: Wavehi]
Hold up, wait a second, let me put my shit on
I just wanna see yo' face, I don't care if that shit run

[Verse 2: Wavehi]
It's a Black Parade, think I gotta carry on
It ain't money that you make? Then I gotta break her off

[Verse 3: bedframe]
All your gang, leave 'em dead up on a log
Yeah, I'll tell you fuckin' bite, yeah, I'll dry in a pond
Yeah, I'm makin' all this money, and a [?] sailor, ah
Pop out with yo' fuckin' gang, yeah, I'm livin' off the rocks
I don't know what I'm on, I don't know what I'm on
Yeah, tell me, bitch, yeah, what you want
Yeah, tell me, bitch, yeah, what you want
Yeah, pop out with the gang, and I cause a entourage

[Bridge: bedframe]
Yeah, I'm [?] to the Benz, yeah, I'm comin' through the ones
Fuck the haters, got that big mochi, know that I'm the one

[Verse 4: bedframe]
I don't even fuckin' fist, but I'm comin' hella guns
I just [?], now I gotta run
Pull up with my fuckin' void, you better run, you better die
I don't wanna fuckin' dock shit, sayin' to the sky
Boy, you like a fuckin' game way you lickin' golden eye
(Way you lickin' golden eye)

[Chorus: Wavehi]
She said, "How much money do you want?" I said, "A lot"
My shit slap, I should post up with Chris Rock
Boy, your shit trash, you should go and get a job
Got a muzzle with the flash, like I pulled up with the AUG
And that bitch's lookin' bad, so I pulled her out the block
Brodie, why you gettin' mad? All she wanna do is talk
If you hurt her shit before, brodie, I don't think you run
If she actin' like a— (Ah), then I hope you live along