CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : Come Here!

​milasius, come back
​shenrxn

Said, baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that a** back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your b*t*h know it's facts
If you talkin' all that sh*t, I be smokin' on your pack, like—
Baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that a** back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your b*t*h know it's facts
If you talkin' all that sh*t, I be smokin' on your pack, like—

Fight night, it's on sight, no cap
We swerve on yo' block, hit yo' b*t*h from the back
Last couple months finally got in my bag
Ain't trappin', I got all this sh*t from my rap
You say you rich but I know that I'm richer
Pull out my phone, I ain't takin' a picture
Makin' a movie, yo' b*t*h in my bed
And I'm hittin' it raw, pu**y sweet like a swisher
I be smokin' that gas, I ain't talkin' propane
Back of the whip and she givin' me brain, no concussion
I'm smokin' these opps in the Russian
[?], ain't no time for discussion
My music was bumpin', pull up to the function
Then fire up the pole, there gon' be some destruction
Sendin' these shots like three deep with the clip
Then repeat, that's the drum, I ain't talkin' percussion
Said, baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that a** back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your b*t*h know it's facts
If you talkin' all that sh*t, I be smokin' on your pack, like—
Baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love
I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know
In the brand new whip with designer on my body
Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow
I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that a** back"
Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks
I been makin' hits, and your b*t*h know it's facts
If you talkin' all that sh*t, I be smokin' on your pack, like—