Letras
30 Racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Took the whip 1 AM down Rodeo Drive
These texts mean nothing if you don't reply
I can see right through you, eyes open wide
Feel a lil different, I wonder why
Know I had a tough year but I really tried
Sometimes I wonder if this shit is right
You gotta wonder if there's any time
Black Saint Laurent boots and white lies
But, girl, you know you're all mine
I don't wanna be alone, don't blow my high
Yeah the music loud in here but you amplified
She just prolly wanna fuck cause I'm verified
On our first date I was terrified
But now we pop like every time
You don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 Racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Told your friends we would chill, you don't know how to chill
Told me you want something real, you don't know how it feel
I don't know what occurred but it changed for real
The homies told me to chill, I just saw the appeal
And I'm possessive, obsessive
Relentless, but you precious
We still young, we still learning
I'll buy you David Yurman whenever you hurtin'
By the time you hear this you'll have a drink in your hand
With a job to quit and a summer to plan
By the time you hear this you'll have someone in your life
I was gone too long and it was lonely at night
Hittin' drinks with friends, sippin' vodka Sprites
Surveying the club, seein' what you like
But, you don't need that nigga's help
I want you all to myself
30 Racks I could make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy