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Get tinted up, I will not catch that
Get tinted up, I will not— (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)

Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back"
Only time I'm movin' backwards (Only time I'm movin' backwards)
She actin' like she got it on the chess
A nigga had to check her (But she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin', no smoke, no beef, no heifer (Uh-uh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (Uh-uh)
Read my mind, gave it up, no effort (Uh-uh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (Uh-uh)
110, on the 110 flyin' now, flyin' down, privacy
Don't be askin' me where I been
Aw, man, aw, man, insecure
You what I need, missed out with somеone who give a f*ck
I pull up, Bentlеy truck, hit the gas and hiccup

Oh, I've been drinking
Two cups tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I've been drinking
Two gulps, just drank two liters
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Oh, I'm gon' leave
Who told you I was gonna be here?

Walk with my chin up
Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up
I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich
No bands, made palace (Alright)

Somehow still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice
'Cuzzo kept the clipse, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I'm like Zeke, got a freak out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty
When I—, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit
Don't talk to me, bitch (Mmm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, we talkin' too rich (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (Bling, bling, bling)
Bitch, know what time it is (Bitch it's time)
It's—, you been ridin' lil' mama
But right now I need me a driver
'Cause I've been drinking

Two cups tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I've been drinking
Two gulps, just drank two liters
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?

Walk with my chin up
Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up
I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich
No bands, made palace

You know, one of the most expensive lessons I've learned, is this
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Get tinted up, I will not catch that
Get tinted up, I will not— (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)

Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back"
Only time I'm movin' backwards (Only time I'm movin' backwards)
She actin' like she got it on the chess
A nigga had to check her (But she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin', no smoke, no beef, no heifer (Uh-uh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (Uh-uh)
Read my mind, gave it up, no effort (Uh-uh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (Uh-uh)
110, on the 110 flyin' now, flyin' down, privacy
Don't be askin' me where I been
Aw, man, aw, man, insecure
You what I need, missed out with somеone who give a f*ck
I pull up, Bentlеy truck, hit the gas and hiccup

Oh, I've been drinking
Two cups tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I've been drinking
Two gulps, just drank two liters
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Oh, I'm gon' leave
Who told you I was gonna be here?

Walk with my chin up
Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up
I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich
No bands, made palace (Alright)

Somehow still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice
'Cuzzo kept the clipse, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I'm like Zeke, got a freak out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty
When I—, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit
Don't talk to me, bitch (Mmm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, we talkin' too rich (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (Bling, bling, bling)
Bitch, know what time it is (Bitch it's time)
It's—, you been ridin' lil' mama
But right now I need me a driver
'Cause I've been drinking

Two cups tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I've been drinking
Two gulps, just drank two liters
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?

Walk with my chin up
Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up
I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich
No bands, made palace

You know, one of the most expensive lessons I've learned, is this
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Writer: Benjamin Tolbert, Christopher Smith Jr., Cory Henry, Emma Jean Thomas, Jacqueline Members, Michael Neil, Nathan Foley, Reginald Helms Jr., Robert Eugene Poindexter, Stanley Poindexter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group

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