"Tired" lyrics

I'm tired of the liars
I'm tired of the games
I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same
Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same
Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion
The designer, the frames

Money ain't a problem
Money ain't a thing
All my niggas popping
Impossible to stop us from doing our thing
I'm tired of the talkers
I'm tired of the fakes
I'm tired of anyone who thinks they all mean the same
I be popping bottles
Sparkles and champagne
VIP my section, Royalty looking sexy
You know that be my bae

I'm tired of the liars
I'm tired of the games
I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same
Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same
Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion
The designer, the frames

(Yeah, yeah)
I could get you right
I could put you on a flight
We could roll the dice, maybe you could spend the night
"SCE" for life, I be sharper than a knife
Chicken with the rice, motor with the loud pipes
Prezzi with the ice diamond, shine without a light
I got a question
How is you popping but don't got a section?
Look at the blessing
The way that I am winning, you know I ain't stressing
I'm just finessing, riding the b like I'm riding a jetski
I flip it, I flip it, I flip it
I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
Speeding and shit, got a ticket
Catch a flight and I'm right in your city
She crying, she all in her feelings
I had it up to the ceiling
We can't be acting like children

I'm tired of the liars
I'm tired of the games
I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same
Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same
Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion
The designer, the frames
I'm tired of the liars
I'm tired of the games
I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same
Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same
Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion
The designer, the frames
I'm tired of the liars
I'm tired of the games

Oh lord
Oh (nah, nah, nah)
Oh lord
Oh (nah, nah, nah)
O lord