Lyrics

Ooh, yeah, sometimes you just gotta take some, yeah
Ay you don't like me, why you mad bae
You've been beggin' that's some sad shit
I got 200 on the dash I be mad quick
When it come to the money I'm making racks bae
Taking violets I've been out of it
Run up on us, you'll need an ambulance
I could never see you out here takin' risks
Said she don't want me, why she ain't makin' sense
But that's a different bih
R would never switch
I'm not out here tryna diss
I'm just tryna make some hits
I was just chillin' then she gave me a kiss
I could never make a list
I go out and I get it, I ain't fakin' this
Diamonds on my neck, Audemar on my wrist
Gotta stay movin' forward, ain't no time to reminisce
If you want it then you gotta risk
Oh why can't I
Oh why can't I just
Oh why can't I
But I can't go back
Oh why can't I
But I just can't
Oh why can't I
But I can't go back
Oh why can't I
Don't go back
Gotta get the racks
Gotta get the stacks
Gotta chase the bags
I can't make it bad
I can't go out sad
I ain't tryna make you mad
Written by: Jase LeRoy Howerton
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