CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Morocco
Rented out a BnB, I'm somewhere in Morocco
Hidin' from the world, I be feelin' like El Chapo
Heard you got a main girl chillin' in Chicago
I be like, "No comment" and I hit 'em with the Uzi
Independent, yeah, I get it standin' on my two feet
Jackin' that you know me but the truth that you knew me
Takin' hour showers, I be feelin' like I'm bougie
Now I take my shawty out to dinner in the A
Look at struggle in her face, keep my money in the bank
And watch you pull up in the wraith
Mama told me, "Don't be stupid," I can tell her fate
She just wants you for the clout
Told her, "I'ma need my space," she gon' make you look goofy
I, with my slippers when I drive, I be cozy on the road
I do business in the sky, never had to sell my soul
I don't ever gotta lie, if you didn't see it then
Do not hit me on my line, ho
Money stacked on a hook, reel it
Goin' blind seven books, deal it
Vans on my mattress, chillin'
Henny on the last drip, kill it
Shot clock, runnin' I pull up like oh
Curry at the half-court, clutch like woah
I be, I be on the block tryna live my life
Can't nobody come up off of me, I'm broke
I'm on the land wit' it, land wit' it
Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business
Catch a break and hit the fam wit' it, fam wit' it
Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Yes)
Hidin' from the world, I be feelin' like El Chapo
Heard you got a main girl chillin' in Chicago
I be like, "No comment" and I hit 'em with the Uzi
Independent, yeah, I get it standin' on my two feet
Jackin' that you know me but the truth that you knew me
Takin' hour showers, I be feelin' like I'm bougie
Now I take my shawty out to dinner in the A
Look at struggle in her face, keep my money in the bank
And watch you pull up in the wraith
Mama told me, "Don't be stupid," I can tell her fate
She just wants you for the clout
Told her, "I'ma need my space," she gon' make you look goofy
I, with my slippers when I drive, I be cozy on the road
I do business in the sky, never had to sell my soul
I don't ever gotta lie, if you didn't see it then
Do not hit me on my line, ho
Money stacked on a hook, reel it
Goin' blind seven books, deal it
Vans on my mattress, chillin'
Henny on the last drip, kill it
Shot clock, runnin' I pull up like oh
Curry at the half-court, clutch like woah
I be, I be on the block tryna live my life
Can't nobody come up off of me, I'm broke
I'm on the land wit' it, land wit' it
Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business
Catch a break and hit the fam wit' it, fam wit' it
Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Yes)
