"HEALING" lyrics

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, baby, I don't got feelings (Yeah)
It's a codeine cup and a big ass blunt, oh yeah, that's how I'm healing (Yeah)
I done got way too big, yeah, I gotta move out the building (Oh yeah)
This year, I got too damn rich, I'm countin' up too many millions (Yeah, yeah)
Everything foreign, my clothes, my whip, my bitch, yeah, she Brazilian (Yeah)
Sippin' on blood, can't feel shit
Young Vamp Life, Baby Money kill shit (Baby Money, yeah)
Shawty not playin' no more, and she dropped in the spot, and she dropped them clothes, yeah (Woo)
She say she not young no more, she ain't rockin' Balenci', them play-play clothes, okay (Woo)

Lamer than a broke bitch, somethin' I hate
Take her to Aspen, she ski for the day (Yeah, yeah)
Your bitch see me, she get wet, okay (Yeah)
If she want some water, then I got a lake
Yeah, if she wanna ride, I tell her, "Let's skate" (Skate)
And I'm clutchin' my Glock, this shit ain't safe (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm way too high, I've lost my brain
Yeah, I'm on a whole new planet today (Yeah)
The coat Japanese, but my swag Italian
It's fly if I pop it, it's me, I'm stylin'
I bet she ain't tell you she came with some mileage
Shawty, she been a lil' freak, she wildin' (Yeah)
I broke her off for a couple thousands (Thousand, yeah)
I like to kick shit, Ronda Rousey (Kick shit, Ronda Rousey, yeah)
Baby, I can't even feel shit (Can't even feel shit)
Gotta keep you close, can't let you know
Oh, yeah, that's how I'm healing (That's how I'm healing)

Baby Money, Baby Money (Yeah, oh yeah)
Baby Money, Baby Money (YVL)
Baby Money, Baby Money

Yeah, baby, I don't got feelings
It's a codeine cup and a big ass blunt, oh yeah, that's how I'm healing (Double O)
I done got like way too big, yeah, I gotta move out the building (Yeah)
This year, I got too damn rich, I'm countin' up too many millions (Yeah, yeah)
Everything foreign, my clothes, my whip, my bitch, yeah, she Brazilian (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on blood, can't feel shit (Yeah)
Young Vamp Life, Baby Money kill shit (Uh)
Shawty not playin' no more, she dropped in the spot, and she dropped them clothes (Yeah, woo)
She say she not young no more, she ain't rockin' Balenci', them play-play clothes, okay (Yeah, woo)

I said I'm not playin' no more, I laced up my boots, I'm ready to go, okay (Yeah, woo)
First, I got it then load it, then I just went and put on all my bros, okay (Yeah, woo)
Shawty gon' speak when she eat, she eat a Happy Meal pussy and go straight to sleep (Sleep)
Hop on that beat and I ride, shawty gon' hop on that dick 'cause she ride, she skeet (Yeah)
Money, I'm wearin' disguise, yeah, I'm outside with the Five, lil' bitch, this the team (Yeah)
Yeah, the vegetarian guys, them niggas don't want no motherfuckin' beef (Yeah)
Yeah, Celine my jeans, bitch, I'm way too clean, no dirt on me (Yeah)
Timezone switch on me, I've been up all night, can't get no sleep (Uh, yeah)

Yeah, baby, I don't got feelings (Yeah, uh)
It's a codeine cup and a big ass blunt, oh yeah, that's how I'm healing (Yeah, yeah)
I done got way too big, yeah, I gotta move out the building (Yeah)
This year, I got too damn rich, I'm countin' up too many millions (Yeah)
Everything foreign, my clothes, my whip, my bitch, yeah, she Brazilian (Yeah, she Brazil- Money)
Sippin' on blood, can't feel shit (Yeah)
Young Vamp Life, Baby Money kill shit (Kill, YVL)

YV (Woo, woo)
Love Lasts Forever, Top Floor