Tryna find myself
I'm way too high I look for Better Days
3AM in cars
Ain't seen my bitch in some like Seven Days
You know I'm a star
But won't admit it, you got jealous ways
I'm out wit 250
Come get up wimme
Cause all my fellas paid
Yo bitch in the mansion
Cook for gang
She come through just like maid
Buss a right
And then I buss two lefts, and that's how I evade
Niggas pillow talk and dap me up
I swear to God I hate it
Pop out shit get risky wit dis fifty
Ain't no time to aim it
Bad bitch up inside this hotel room
Gon head buss her up
She like what's your rising sun and moon
I'm just tryna f*ck
Bae yo waist too flat
Like gon head tell me you got yo tummy tucked
Old ahh nigga keep hating up on the gang
I think yo timing up
250 that's what I'm claiming
250 our name be ringing
250 can't wait to chain it
All my main hoes damn near famous
She the type drop her lo for these packs
I come thru when it's raining
She done got a tattoo on her back
And I can't wait to paint it
Tryna find myself
I'm way too high I look for Better Days
3AM in cars
Ain't seen my bitch in some like Seven Days
You know I'm a star
But won't admit it, you got jealous ways
I'm out wit 250
Come get up wimme, cause all my fellas paid
Yo bitch in the mansion
Cook for gang, she come through just like maid
Buss a right
And then I buss two lefts, and that's how I evade
Niggas pillow talk and dap me up
I swear to God I hate it
Pop out shit get risky wit dis fifty
Ain't no time to aim it
WickDaDon - BETTER DAYS Lyrics
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Tryna find myself
I'm way too high I look for Better Days
3AM in cars
Ain't seen my bitch in some like Seven Days
You know I'm a star
But won't admit it, you got jealous ways
I'm out wit 250
Come get up wimme
Cause all my fellas paid
Yo bitch in the mansion
Cook for gang
She come through just like maid
Buss a right
And then I buss two lefts, and that's how I evade
Niggas pillow talk and dap me up
I swear to God I hate it
Pop out shit get risky wit dis fifty
Ain't no time to aim it
Bad bitch up inside this hotel room
Gon head buss her up
She like what's your rising sun and moon
I'm just tryna f*ck
Bae yo waist too flat
Like gon head tell me you got yo tummy tucked
Old ahh nigga keep hating up on the gang
I think yo timing up
250 that's what I'm claiming
250 our name be ringing
250 can't wait to chain it
All my main hoes damn near famous
She the type drop her lo for these packs
I come thru when it's raining
She done got a tattoo on her back
And I can't wait to paint it
Tryna find myself
I'm way too high I look for Better Days
3AM in cars
Ain't seen my bitch in some like Seven Days
You know I'm a star
But won't admit it, you got jealous ways
I'm out wit 250
Come get up wimme, cause all my fellas paid
Yo bitch in the mansion
Cook for gang, she come through just like maid
Buss a right
And then I buss two lefts, and that's how I evade
Niggas pillow talk and dap me up
I swear to God I hate it
Pop out shit get risky wit dis fifty
Ain't no time to aim it
I'm way too high I look for Better Days
3AM in cars
Ain't seen my bitch in some like Seven Days
You know I'm a star
But won't admit it, you got jealous ways
I'm out wit 250
Come get up wimme
Cause all my fellas paid
Yo bitch in the mansion
Cook for gang
She come through just like maid
Buss a right
And then I buss two lefts, and that's how I evade
Niggas pillow talk and dap me up
I swear to God I hate it
Pop out shit get risky wit dis fifty
Ain't no time to aim it
Bad bitch up inside this hotel room
Gon head buss her up
She like what's your rising sun and moon
I'm just tryna f*ck
Bae yo waist too flat
Like gon head tell me you got yo tummy tucked
Old ahh nigga keep hating up on the gang
I think yo timing up
250 that's what I'm claiming
250 our name be ringing
250 can't wait to chain it
All my main hoes damn near famous
She the type drop her lo for these packs
I come thru when it's raining
She done got a tattoo on her back
And I can't wait to paint it
Tryna find myself
I'm way too high I look for Better Days
3AM in cars
Ain't seen my bitch in some like Seven Days
You know I'm a star
But won't admit it, you got jealous ways
I'm out wit 250
Come get up wimme, cause all my fellas paid
Yo bitch in the mansion
Cook for gang, she come through just like maid
Buss a right
And then I buss two lefts, and that's how I evade
Niggas pillow talk and dap me up
I swear to God I hate it
Pop out shit get risky wit dis fifty
Ain't no time to aim it
Writer: C J
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