WANTS!

[Intro]
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
We just hopped out a lil' Aston, big bro off of that Roxi' (Ha)
Big-ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket (Ha)
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit reeze again, I hate spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta stop puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about it"
Three a.m. and she still up textin' me, she eat me up like Benihibachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like, what do you really get out it?

[Verse]
Lame-ass nigga keep on talkin' 'bout me, but he don't want no smoke about it
I done came a long way, who would've thought 'cause I was the one that they doubted
She said she in love, I don't know what you thought, you know you just here to get pounded
Grew up, but I'm still a bad-ass kid, no wonder I always was grounded
We are not the same, you chasin' a bitch, but I get chased by a thousand
We are not the same, you do it for free, but I can't take less than a thousand
We are not the same, you high as the ceiling, but my niggas high as the mountains
We are not the same, your shit is just cool, but my shit is more than astounding

[Bridge]
Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
We just hopped out a lil' Aston, big bro off of that Roxi'
Big-ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit reeze again, I hate spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta stop puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about it"
Three a.m. and she still up textin' me, she eat me up like Benihibachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like, what do you really get out it?

[Post-Chorus]
Broke her heart and she keep on tryna link me, she in love with being around me
Fucked on one of her friends the other week, how I pulled it off is beyond me
Money, guns, and power, that's the only three things I keep around me

[Chorus]
We just hopped out a lil' Aston, big bro off of that Roxi'
Big-ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit reeze again, I hate spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta stop puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about it"
Three a.m. and she still up textin' me, she eat me up like Benihibachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like, what do you really get out it?