Kevin Gates - You

You
You

[Intro]
Mmm
I don’t pop no pills, I don’t pop Perkys, I just count cash
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Mmm
My ex girl keep callin’, I don’t wanna talk, I don’t call back (Hey, Boss)

[Verse 1]
I don’t pop no pills, I don’t pop Perkys, I just count cash
And my ex girl keep callin’, I don’t wanna talk, I don’t call back
If you ever give me your tape, I don’t feel ashamed, put it on blast
Catch you, put you in a body bag
Spent a hundred and I got it right back
‘Cause I want a new tote
‘Cause I want a new coat
Balenciaga with the two-tone
Don’t try to hear me, got a new phone
I know the team gon’ check me if I get too big for the britches
Deep down, if you get chalked in, gotta get stitches

[Chorus]
New bae say she leavin’, she just want the money though
I just want a lil’ top, I don’t want box, I could have a ton of hoes
My hater, tell me what you runnin’ for
‘Cause I know the labels know my name
Kilo right to the face
Turn a Nissan right to a Wraith, ah
You can’t judge me, I’m rich
You stay watchin’ my clique
You, yeah, yeah, yeah (Cartel Bo)

[Verse 2]
Turned up in a foreign, know I see a lot of hate, yeah
I don’t wanna entertain nobody
Play and I put your brains on concrete
I’m in the fast lane, more poppin’
Dude with a last name like Bronson
I stay the same and they do the opposite
So then I came through and I conquered it
‘Nother lil’ bitch done bit on my swag
Really not this, I get in my bag
Invisible set when I diamond my teeth
I set a trend and they follow my lead
If she get in my presence, she honorin’ me
[?][1:35] breadwinner regime
Pour up a four and for Masi’, we lean
Pray for Lee Lucas’ immediate release
Louis V’ duffel, I’m buryin’ money
Really a billionaire, I am not bluffin’
Told ’em I’m royalty, they all insulted me
Guess while in high school they thought I was stuntin’ (Thought I was stuntin’)
Huh, kingdom of Morocco (Kingdom of Morocco)
Big Moroccan empire

[Chorus]
New bae say she leavin’, she just want the money though
I just want a lil’ top, I don’t want box, I could have a ton of hoes
My hater, tell me what you runnin’ for
‘Cause I know the labels know my name
Kilo right to the face
Turn a Nissan right to a Wraith, ah
You can’t judge me, I’m rich
You stay watchin’ my clique
You, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
You can’t judge me, I’m rich (Brasi)
You stay watchin’ my clique (Ayy, carry on)
You, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

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