Letras
I guess everything don't turn gold
Take mine, gotta take my soul
And I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe
Gotta keep them two fours
If they tryna rap, keep them two flows on me
If they want smoke, keep a couple bows on me
Yeah, them boys cool, but I'm by my lonely
I might pour the mud, we gon' sip and die slowly
I been on the run, girl, I feel like I'm the old me
Can't call it, you been stalling
This a hundred fifty thou, we been ballin'
Came up fifty-five two the apartment
I might drop a thirty, call me BOYFLY Harden
Balenciaga track pants I got a dub in them
Big stepper, crack heads
I'm spillin' mud on em'
Play your cards right, girl, don't let me catch you bluffing
I'm Houdini with this music, I turn nothin' into something
Yeah, my homie gave me thirteen, I brought him eighty back
We only sit floor seats, I'm where AD yet
When I'm up in New Orleans, they think AD back
Twenty for a feat, I go crazy like a maniac
Stay in my lane, stay in my lane
Cut the top, chop the roof
Stay in my lane, stay in my lane
Cut the top, chop the roof
How you runnin' from the fame? Everything gon' change when you go against the rules
Go against the rules
I guess everything don't turn gold
Take mine, gotta take my soul
And I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe
Gotta keep them two fours
If they tryna rap, keep them two flows on me
If they want smoke, keep a couple bows on me
Yeah, them boys cool, but I'm by my lonely
I might pour the mud, we gon' sip and die slowly
I been on the run, girl, I feel like I'm the old me
Can't call it, you been stalling
This a hundred fifty thou, we been ballin'
Came up fifty-five two the apartment
I might drop a thirty, call me BOYFLY Harden