MICHAEL BAY

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
I spent a lil' bag on you (On you, yeah), this ain't the usual (Yeah)
Yeah, truth be told, I'm in between moving on (And)
Holding on to something, babe, yeah (Yeah)
Holding on to something, babe, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Pull up, fuck a bag up, babe (Babe)
I smoke, like, an ounce a day (Day)
She pull up, I'm out the way
If I don't get rich, I might go cray (Yeah)
My life shot by Michael Bay
I just don't show her everything
It's like there's never enough to say
It's like there's never enough in the bank
I fucked all my bands up (Bands up)
Bro got caught, he jammed up (Jammed up)
She said she a Cancer, she so freaky, tied my hands up
I brought my check up, bitch down in a rut (Rut)
Getting out my head all it took (Took)
One night all it took, she hooked (Hooked)
Two hunnid K, I'll sum it up (Up)
It's like I'll never make enough, I could fill the bank up (Bank up)
I might sign a deal so I could buy a fucking tank, yeah
Too much in the tank, yeah
I'ma do this 'til I faint, yeah (Whoa)
Got a bad bitch filling my Reels (Reels)
Two hunnid bands ain't no deal (Oh-oh)
My bitch ain't missing no meals (Yeah)
SUV, chrome on the trim (Trim)
Might go to New York on a whim, for real (Uh)
Come back in Chrome Heart Timbs (Timbs)
The way I'm living is carpe diem (Diem)
You and me and a blunt, it's a threesome (Yeah)
Told my Mama when I was younger, I'd be somethin' (Yeah)
I ran up too much, you couldn't keep up (Go)

[Chorus]
I spent a lil' bag on you (On you, yeah), this ain't the usual (Yeah)
Yeah, truth be told, I'm in between moving on (And)
Holding on to something, babe, yeah (Yeah)
Holding on to something, babe, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm going harder, I don't know how to sit still
Been a few years, they don't know how I'm lit still
If you see me signing, just know it's a big deal
Just to get to my door, you gotta run up a big hill
Look good, she still find a way to bitch still
I've been broke a few times, I know how that shit feel
My dope is taller than me on a big hill
Shopping for whips, I need five like a Big Wheel (Yeah)
Pink slip, blue money, purple weed, baby
Austin–Burbank drive her crazy
Fir on the slippers, I look like an old lady
All Raf Simons I flew in from Croatia
I don't even think this is worth it, bae
(But sometimes it feel perfect, bae)
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think

[Chorus]
I spent a lil' bag on you (On you, yeah), this ain't the usual
Yeah, truth be told, I don't give a fuck no more
But you still holding on to something, babe, yeah
Holding on to something, babe, yeah, uh, yeah

[Outro]
Pull up, fuck a bag up, babe
I smoke, like, an ounce a day
She pull up, I'm out the way
If I don't-, yeah