"Who I Am" lyrics
I'm in the mix, lil baby
It is what it is, lil baby
Better tell them boys to pay me
Tryna do 400 for the back-end
Tell them boys they're crazy
I'm with a girl named "Daisy"
Bumping that new Steve Lacy
Huh
Shouts out to Elly and Tracy
For holding it down and giving us Josh and Wavy
I never would be the same without them guys around me daily
We had to part our ways, but I'm indebted to them greatly
And shouts to my lil ex for tryna push me
Shannon made me into what I should be, not could be
So much going on I got these shows tryna book me
Balling on these bitches, and I'm steady getting cookies
'Cause it's cookies
Huh
Packing up my bag
With my mic and some fucking racks
Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab
Remember all my brodies and my shorty in the fucking trap
That's all in the past 'cause I found out that's not who I am
Who I am
That's not who I am
OK
Who I am
Is who I am. OK?
I'm in love with money 'cause the money keep me safe
I'm in love with pussy 'cause it brightens up my day
Remember I was flipping patties for minimum wage
Remember I was simping chatting bitches every day
And they would make me wait
And they would never stay
But they would never do that shit to who I am today
I'm in the mix, lil baby
It is what it is, lil baby
Better tell them boys to pay me
Tryna do 400 for the back-end
Tell them boys they're crazy
I'm with a girl named "Daisy"
Bumping that new Steve Lacy
I'm packing up my bag
With my mic and some fucking racks
Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab
Remember all my brodies and my shorty in the fucking trap
That's all in the past 'cause I found out that's not who I am
Who I am
Who I am, yeah
Who I am
Bitch, who I am's OK
I like diamonds in my face
And I got expensive taste
And I like the fucking chase
But I sop my Henny straight
I stay up lit for days
I love clubs, not, no raves
I love sluts, not, no bae
I love Glocks, not, no Ks
I love trucks, not Mercedes
I love sun, not the rain
I love songs with the bass
And if I feel, I choose rage
I'm in the mix, lil baby
It is what it is, lil baby
Better tell them boys to pay me
Tryna do 400 for the back-end
Tell them boys they're crazy
I'm with a girl named "Daisy"
Bumping that new Steve Lacy
I'm packing up my bag
With my mic and some fucking racks
Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab
Remember we was chilling in the trap
But then I found out who I am
It is what it is, lil baby
Better tell them boys to pay me
Tryna do 400 for the back-end
Tell them boys they're crazy
I'm with a girl named "Daisy"
Bumping that new Steve Lacy
Huh
Shouts out to Elly and Tracy
For holding it down and giving us Josh and Wavy
I never would be the same without them guys around me daily
We had to part our ways, but I'm indebted to them greatly
And shouts to my lil ex for tryna push me
Shannon made me into what I should be, not could be
So much going on I got these shows tryna book me
Balling on these bitches, and I'm steady getting cookies
'Cause it's cookies
Huh
Packing up my bag
With my mic and some fucking racks
Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab
Remember all my brodies and my shorty in the fucking trap
That's all in the past 'cause I found out that's not who I am
Who I am
That's not who I am
OK
Who I am
Is who I am. OK?
I'm in love with money 'cause the money keep me safe
I'm in love with pussy 'cause it brightens up my day
Remember I was flipping patties for minimum wage
Remember I was simping chatting bitches every day
And they would make me wait
And they would never stay
But they would never do that shit to who I am today
I'm in the mix, lil baby
It is what it is, lil baby
Better tell them boys to pay me
Tryna do 400 for the back-end
Tell them boys they're crazy
I'm with a girl named "Daisy"
Bumping that new Steve Lacy
I'm packing up my bag
With my mic and some fucking racks
Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab
Remember all my brodies and my shorty in the fucking trap
That's all in the past 'cause I found out that's not who I am
Who I am
Who I am, yeah
Who I am
Bitch, who I am's OK
I like diamonds in my face
And I got expensive taste
And I like the fucking chase
But I sop my Henny straight
I stay up lit for days
I love clubs, not, no raves
I love sluts, not, no bae
I love Glocks, not, no Ks
I love trucks, not Mercedes
I love sun, not the rain
I love songs with the bass
And if I feel, I choose rage
I'm in the mix, lil baby
It is what it is, lil baby
Better tell them boys to pay me
Tryna do 400 for the back-end
Tell them boys they're crazy
I'm with a girl named "Daisy"
Bumping that new Steve Lacy
I'm packing up my bag
With my mic and some fucking racks
Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab
Remember we was chilling in the trap
But then I found out who I am
