Letras
Not too much to say these days
Say you rather stay away
You think that you need some space, I don't
I'm on the red eye
On my way, I'll catch you on the west side
All the feelings that I left still on your bedside
You still wanna do my head, girl, I can't lie
Let a figure choose when you in love, it's all the same thing
Told you my true colors, same stories, different paintings
Thought you was the one, but like the seasons, you be changing
Money in the air, yeah, that check gon' make you rain dance
I been on this shit for way too long, I'm not complaining
Big checks, baby, eight-figure payments
It was numbers, baby, I been in the matrix
Check the score, baby, I ain't gotta say shit