Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Told you, I don't know your name, yeah
Told you, I don't know your name, yeah
[Verse 2]
Baby girl, let's get that
Maybe we can get up
If I call your phone, girl
Tell me, will you pick up?
Sometimes you not getting there
Maybe they don't get ya
Feel like you not fitting in
Maybe they dont fit ya
Devil on yo right shoulder
Angel on yo left shoulder
Ain't nobody left over
Ain't nobody left sober
[Verse 3]
Said you need an angel
Maybe I can transport ya
Baby, I can escort ya
I can do the best for ya
[Verse 4]
You need motivation
You need you a go getter
Don't need help from no ****
Body got that Coke figure
Body look like gold
All these **** hoes, trick 'em
You see 'em, you go sick 'em
Don't fuck 'em, that's not pimping
That rose red color blush
And I must admit, I miss ya
And I'm on a mighty mission
I want them Gotti figures
Yeah, I'm on that ride to get richer
I'm on the road to riches
Yeah, I turn my goals to visions
These **** no decisions
And she made her own decision
And I made that bold decision
And it make no correlation
Now we both just co-existing
[Verse 5]
Baby girl, let's get that
Maybe we can get up
If I call your phone, girl
Tell me, will you pick up?
Sometimes you not getting there
Maybe they don't get ya
Feel like you not fitting in
Maybe they dont fit ya
Devil on yo right shoulder
Angel on yo left shoulder
Ain't nobody left over
Ain't nobody left sober
[Verse 6]
You shouldn't have to feel like you're fighting no more
You shouldn't have to feel like you're fighting a war
You should wanna feel all this water ashore
You should want to feel like you're finally assured
[Verse 7]
Right now, I feel like everything I want, I afford
I just put a new Chanel bracelet by her core
And free CHE on the souf side
What the fuck we beefing for?
We was from the same part, we was partners before
And right before I sleep, you know I gotta thank the Lord
'Cause I can die tomorrow, get took right up out my glory
And if I die tomorrow, tell me will I open doors?
Please don't show no sorrow for me
Just move it accordingly
Heaven, I'm looking forward
[Verse 8]
Baby, girl let's get that
Maybe we can get up
If I call your phone, girl
Tell me, will you pick up?
Sometimes you not getting there
Maybe they don't get ya
Feel like you not fitting in
Maybe they dont fit ya
Devil on yo right shoulder
Angel on yo left shoulder
Ain't nobody left over
Ain't nobody left sober
Written by: Tahjae Houston, Troy Lane
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