Baby we can get lifted any time of day

'Cause the drugs baby

'Cause the drugs get me
Feeling some kinda way oh yeah
Oh hell here we go again
We did this last night

Two shots pour Belaire or the Blue Dot
Two bad *****es blowing
Smoke on my rooftop yeah

Damn you just completely
Reminded me reminded me

When you're leaving they
Feeling some kinda way

Oh hell here we go again
I'm just tryna stay alive

Two shots floor *****s
Shooting through your rooftop
Who got popped young *****
Tone two Glocks yeah
I just wanna hold your hand sip me some
Champagne love that's it you heard

Suckers for love yes
I've heard it before

Show them my hustle which is
Such an incredible source
Stumble through the boutiques
Always watching my step

Credit Cards in my name she
Swipe them then sign them herself

Trust is a must never letting me down

Got her selfies with Beyonce
This is Destiny Child

Won't answer my calls after
I gave you my all
Before I shed a tear I thought
I'd just write you a song

Rewrite all my wrongs
Or recite you a poem

Knowing you're leaving but the
Question is Where are you going

Baby we can get lifted
Any time of day

'Cause the drugs baby
'Cause the drugs get me
Feeling some kinda way oh yeah
Oh hell here we go again
We did this last night

Two shots pour Belaire
Or the Blue Dot
Two bad *****es blowing
Smoke on my rooftop yeah
Shawty was a dancer hustle
Was her answer

Get in where I fit in mid town Atlanta
Bags and boots baby girl
Wanted those big things
Parking lot in magic City

Since she was sixteen

Don't let them stop you baby

He can't knock you baby
When you winning is when they
Wanna say she not a lady

Hold your bag in the sky all
Those *****es respect it
Now run home to your ***** make
Sure that head is perfected

Never seeking acceptance

Reaping my blessings

Fat mob figure black Bob Dylan

If the ******* good it's hard
To stay at odds with it
If she want it you ain't got
It get on your job *****

Baby we can get lifted
Any time of day

'Cause the drugs baby
'Cause the drugs get me feeling
Some kinda way oh yeah
Oh hell here we go again
We did this last night

Two shots floor *****s shooting
Through your rooftop
Who got popped young *****
Tone two Glocks yeah

Your opinion I don't care
And my *****s we show up
And it ain't fair
Killing these *****s for real
Shades on but my vision's so clear
And I do this for my *****s
That ain't here
Tell me 'bout I got two bad

*****es to myself oh
And I can't wait to get them home
She playing games with you probably
'Cause she with me *****
It ain't 'bout the fame dog
It's about the figures *****s
Money yeah yeah yeah
Baby we can get lifted any time of day

'Cause the drugs baby
'Cause the drugs get me feeling
Some kinda way oh yeah
Oh hell here we go again
We did this last night

Two shots pour Belaire
Or the Blue Dot
Two bad *****es blowing
Smoke on my rooftop yeah