CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Coupes

Intro:

Right/
Haha/
Ah ah ah ah/
You ready?/
Why why why?/

VERSE 1:

Why does she think she could lie to me?/
Am i playing games like the lottery/
I know its upsetting, no stopping me/
F**king with me, thats my property/
I take your possessions and put you in poverty/
Why did u think you could copy me?/
Dublin is my monopoly/
End up cheffed up like some collard greens/
I know you thought it wasn't possibly/
Me who could've been the hottest g/
The people say, say apologies/
But i say f**k you, less you conquer me/
Or body me, on plotted beats/
Honestly, your dishonesty/
Planting seeds, like it's botany/
This all cuz of my biology/
Know I'm 19 and a prodigy/
Not accomplished but you proud of me/
When the game change its policies/
Send an email and just contact me/
Or you could call and say hi to me/
Cc me in or just copy me/
Dont criticize on your own lies/
Cause thats just hypocrisy/


HOOK: (x2)

Ain't no coupes in sh*t/
Nah/
End up get screwed in this sh*t/
Yah/
Money moves, making funny moves/
Naked women on the bottle/
That I'm sipping from its true/


VERSE 2:

Friend just hit my cellular/
Ain't no girls on the regular/
He know we broke in this sh*t
Till i blow up make some millions/
I just wanna make a killing/
Make a video so film it huh/
Wanna be a little villanous/
Show the a**ets of the women off/
Tongue touching with the kissing aw/
No Weinstein with the a**ault/
Im always consenusual/
Always try to be original/
Little season with oregano/
Mom grew up out in Mexico/
Sh*t was super hard you gotta know/
Went to college thats when it popped off/
Listen i came up to dublin/
Then my money started doubling/
All i wanted was the fame, music, and my people love it/
Thats all i wanted/
Do a show out in the public/
Confidence just like kid cudi/
Say ot genesis and cut it/
Im put together like a b***on/
Friend-zoned by nobody/
Cuz i ain't friends with nobody/
Yea catch me on my lonely/
Pretty girl come and find me/
Im dead inside like a zombie/
You rock stupid sh*t Abercrombie/
Only child growing up/
It was just me and my mommy/


HOOK: (x2)

Ain't no coupes in sh*t/
Nah/
End up screwed in this sh*t/
Yah/
Money moves, tryna make some funny moves/
All these women on the bottles/
That I'm sipping from, its true/

VERSE 3:

You just wanna slow down/
You barely even know now/
What i've become inside/
It's starting to show now/
Post malone, im a wrecking ball/
Home alone, cause im better off/
Blacking out, cause im packing up/
Travelling, catch me taking off/
This sh*t cannot be slowed down, unless i say f**k it/
10 toes down, 10 hoes now, scoop the money all in a bucket/
Feelings up and feelings changing/
My whole day love parading/
Life is faking, now im making, all this music you can catch me racing/