Bape

(album: Flawless - 2019)

Pouring juice, wearing Bape
Money and I'm feeling out of place
You're the only one to
Meech

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't
I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank
I'm thinking that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase
Ay, I'm pouring juice, wearing Bape
If I can't make no money then I'm feeling out of place
You was never with me, I was waiting on you to change
Nigga, if you broke you the only one to blame
Playing with my money, that'll make me go insane

I'm going crazy, I run up Percocets but they can't save me
Niggas say they love me but I got vibes that they shady
I never, ever, ever let you lame bitches play me
Bitches all in my DM with them eyes and them faces
This shit crazy, I just want some head but she naked
These niggas cool with being broke, I swear I couldn't take it
Boy, these runs don't stop, ain't no back to the basics
Every time my package hit the air it's gon' make it
I smell like Givenchy off Hibachi, you got Wendy's
I be wanting the money and it tell me, "Come and get me"
I remember I was down to my last, it was sickening
I charge a arm and leg for a verse 'cause I'm gifted
Smiling ear to ear 'cause I checked and they shipped it
She wanna make some cheese, I tell lil' baby, "Come and get it"
Make a bitch work these cards till her fucking nails lifting
If it's hot I make a knot and I'm scorching how I'm living

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't
I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank
I'm thinking that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase
Ay, I'm pouring juice, wearing Bape
If I can't make no money then I'm feeling out of place
You was never with me, I was waiting on you to change
Nigga, if you broke you the only one to blame
Playing with my money, that'll make me go insane

It's verse two, you spent a bag on that bitch, that ain't cool
'Cause I bet if you was broke she wouldn't've bought a bag for you
If we break up I don't need that shit for life, bitch, you through
I need a 63 S GLE, bitch, the coupe
You would spend your last thousand 'fore you flip it into two
I can't fuck her off no Perc, she gon' get this shit confused
Everybody want a verse, just 'cause you rap, we ain't cool
I move for that bag, if you ain't got it keep it moving
You ever listen to that shit they sayin'? They be clueless
Up early getting to it, I be up before foolish
You ain't the type to do no fucking scams 'cause you stupid
And my nigga whipping up, he make fours out of deuces
This exotic my cologne but you still smell this Gucci
I ain't even rich yet but my life feel like a movie
My hoes like Dolce & Gabbana and some Louis
You niggas still stressing over hoes looking Goofy

Meech