Valentine's Type Beat

Ayy

Ayy

Look

Talk about steeze, I've been giving you mine

I just been skrrting the coupe, cute lil' vibe wanna talk all night

I don't mind, I got nothing to do, I like brain, you keep giving me mind

On the way, see my boy got the coupe, Michelin star on my wrist, I got time

Can't get you out of my head and I don't want you leavin' my bed

Why did you leave me on read? I could DM your brethren and hit that instead

You didn't move the way you promised to move and you didn't do the things that you said

It's crazy, today, you're my world, tomorrow, my ex, stress

Yeah, tomorrow, my ex

You wanna know what I spent

You wanna know what I'll do

What will I do?

I'll get more money than you

Then I'll cash out on my crew

Maybe I'll find me a youth

Get her a purse or a boot or the new Jimmy Choo

Red bottom, Gucci a few

Harrods and that if she's cute, ayy

Sixteen-man deep on the tour bus

Diamond flawless, pockets enormous

There ain't no Hennessy shortage

Girl, take a shot if you're awkward

I think that you went to college and did all your studies, you smart

I give you love, why we drifting apart?

Go spend a bag if she breaking my heart

Ayy, take a shot if you're feeling awkward, dance floor boring, you need to find a new man

I know how you feel, lil' shorty, your man tried to tell you he flippin' them bands

Hood scamming don't pay well, brodie, try catch up, you ain't making it back

Had a ten try get me on bae watch, took her to the shard, I ain't taking her back

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

I won't lie, man, her rizz kind of dead, but can't lie, man, I like that too

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

You sexy, it gets to your head, but can't lie, man, I like that too

Yeah, I got ten-out-of-tens tryna plot me on ten out of ten, I don't know what to do

If I bust down and don't get her 'Gram, I'm gon' crash out and find out she likes one dude

If I hop out of the car and try do me take it too far, I might swipe one too

My fellas got debit, all credit, don't beg it, we max out them Amexes too

I bet if I get that bitch a new bag

Then she might take me back

And that shit just make me mad

I used to fly them packs and wrap up the stacks in elastic bands

Back when she pull up on me with her hopes and dreams and I prayed that it goes to plan

And I pray that it's going to plan

I put my heart on a beat, you can tell by the way that I speak that I do this for bands

Bad lil' chick on me in the scene, I can't give you my addy in front of the fans

I was OT on the map on the road, on my bro, just chasing the bag

I'm a fool if I'm taking her back

She's looking at me and she's making it clap with no hands

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

I won't lie, man, her rizz kind of dead, but can't lie, man, I like that too

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

You sexy, it gets to your head, but can't lie, man, I like that too

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

I won't lie, man, her rizz kind of dead, but can't lie, man, I like that too

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

You sexy, it gets to your head, but can't lie, man, I like that too

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

I swear that I like this one, I know that she like me too

I won't lie, man, her rizz kind of dead, but can't lie, man, I like that too

You sexy, it gets to your head, but can't lie, man, I like that too