B.M.A.

All we want are bitches, money and alcohol

Didn't change, I'm still the same boy after all

I feel like I'm trippin, I just popped another Adderall

Listen boy, because I'm about to add it all

If all the lights on you, tell me would you ever change

Bitch I didn't change, but they keep asking for some change

I might punch a boy, just because he's in my range

Pull up and we drop a boy, talk down and we pop a boy

Used to be outside searching beef, just to mop a boy

I'm so fucking sorry for the problems that I make

I'd turn to a murderer if it wasn't for God's sake

I think I need somebody who can save me from myself

I did so much shit, I start to worry about my health

Trying to learn from my mistakes and promise to myself

Then I do that shit again and I blame myself

Need to earn some plaques just to put them on my shelf

I say fuck the fame, what I really want is wealth

Doing all that rapping shit, just me and 808

I don't hang with kids, what can I say, I ain't Drake

All we want are bitches, money and alcohol

Didn't change, I'm still the same boy after all

I feel like I'm trippin, I just popped another Adderall

Listen boy, because I'm about to add it all

If all the lights on you, tell me would you ever change

I feel like I'm not enough, give me weed and I puff

Mixing pills with some drugs on the way to the puff

Keep oppas mad tame, money on the fast lane

This the fast lane working off my ass lane

Hella slatt, call 'em brothers till it ends

Yeah but in the end they're all just friends

Pull up to your spot if you go the wrong route

Yeah I'm dripped out, tell me what the shit 'bout

Make em quit doubt, hit the stu' it get loud

Wanna fuck the bitch but then I dip out

You know what we want

Yeah you know what we want

You know what we want

You know what we want

Yeah you know what we want