I'm only thinking about money and music, I'm hella busy, let me look at my planner
Ain't got time in the day to waste that shit so for now, imma just run my bag up
Seen for a minute, you been out with that broke ass boy, if you want smoke, tell em' call back up
I'm a whole different person, my ex used me, you ain't blessed me, where are your manners
Huh, dropped a bag at prada, now they think I'm a scammer
Huh, all my guys keep a tool on them, I ain't talking about hammers
I don't recall shit, if you want a record with me, then you better stand up
F*ck all that music for free, work for this shit, I ain't giving no handouts
To get to do right, I had to do wrong, now I got three SZA clones
I mess with her private life, but then when it gets to my phone
She not coming home tonight, that's fine I write better alone
Alright, alright, alright, the melody's come and they go
To get to do right, I had to do wrong, now I got three SZA clones
I mess with her private life, but then when it gets to my phone
She not coming home tonight, that's fine I write better alone
Alright, alright, alright, the melody's come and they go
The girl don't always do the opposite work, they sing it from under the shirt
The diamonds stay under my arms, when they graze, damn those minerals hurt
A literal G, I'm rolling in with the Athena, she got the aquafina drip on the neck
It cost her around seven, she blessed right from heaven
I open the gates to a heart like I'm Kevin
I'm talking not second unless we got lessons
Of methods of math that your mental is tied
Cause if we speak realness, I'm right after first
Cause the one right before is the dot and the dot
Keep all the cake, I'm just taking the pie
I pull all the peaches from extra to size
Sweet to the sour and all in between
But that's just a given, I just want the cream
To get to do right, I had to do wrong, now I got three SZA clones
I mess with her private life, but then when it gets to my phone
She not coming home tonight, that's fine I write better alone
Alright, alright, alright, the melody's come and they go
To get to do right, I had to do wrong, now I got three SZA clones
I mess with her private life, but then when it gets to my phone
She not coming home tonight, that's fine I write better alone
Alright, alright, alright, the melody's come and they go
Yeah, if I had to do right, you know I had to do wrong
Got to my lil clones, yeah, yeah, yeah