"Draft Day" lyrics
I'm so glad you chose me, baby (Baby)
And I'll make you so happy
Yeah
Let me tell 'em like this, listen, hold up
Yeah, I'm gettin' warmed up (Beezy)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
Hmm, hmm, yeah
She a top model bitch (Yeah)
Gave her twenty racks, I walk her straight through Wells Fargo, bitch (Grrah)
Gangster bitch, she play with sticks (Grrah)
She pop Percocets and shit (Come on)
Went to school, became a nurse, oh, you be workin' for your shit
Hold on, yeah, that's that shit I like
Baby girl, you just my type (Bitch, you my type)
Pack your bags, come spend the night (Yeah)
Matter fact, don't miss your flight
Huh, I'ma fly you out to London
You, your homegirl, and your cousin (Know me)
We keep it between us and I won't tell nobody nothin'
I'm the one you can put your trust in
Girl, you like my drug, like my drug, I pop you every day
You my Percocet to the molly in my lemonade
Think I need my CDL, I'm beatin' up the interstate
Left me for that fuck nigga, I don't need her anyways
Yeah, now, bitch, I need you like I need my Glock (My Glock)
Take it with me, spin it on the opps (Grrah)
Bitch, you leave me and that's your ass (Huh)
Bitch, I'm comin' for your top (Huh)
You know that I love you, bae
Yeah, ain't no bitch that can take your spot (Huh)
They smoke dope and sip on drank
Yeah, it's me and you, forever we locked in
Why they hate me, dog? (Huh)
I sweat, blood, and tears to ride Mercedes, dog
Hmm, let a nigga hold me? Nah (Bitch)
I just turn the handcuffs into Rollies, yeah
Bitch, I turned 'em to the Rollies, dog (Huh)
Nigga snitchin', talkin' to the police, nah (Yeah)
I'ma go back to jail if I don't listen, fuck them bitches
I'll take off and go missin' on 'em
I don't understand why they hate me, dog
And I'll make you so happy
Yeah
Let me tell 'em like this, listen, hold up
Yeah, I'm gettin' warmed up (Beezy)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
Hmm, hmm, yeah
She a top model bitch (Yeah)
Gave her twenty racks, I walk her straight through Wells Fargo, bitch (Grrah)
Gangster bitch, she play with sticks (Grrah)
She pop Percocets and shit (Come on)
Went to school, became a nurse, oh, you be workin' for your shit
Hold on, yeah, that's that shit I like
Baby girl, you just my type (Bitch, you my type)
Pack your bags, come spend the night (Yeah)
Matter fact, don't miss your flight
Huh, I'ma fly you out to London
You, your homegirl, and your cousin (Know me)
We keep it between us and I won't tell nobody nothin'
I'm the one you can put your trust in
Girl, you like my drug, like my drug, I pop you every day
You my Percocet to the molly in my lemonade
Think I need my CDL, I'm beatin' up the interstate
Left me for that fuck nigga, I don't need her anyways
Yeah, now, bitch, I need you like I need my Glock (My Glock)
Take it with me, spin it on the opps (Grrah)
Bitch, you leave me and that's your ass (Huh)
Bitch, I'm comin' for your top (Huh)
You know that I love you, bae
Yeah, ain't no bitch that can take your spot (Huh)
They smoke dope and sip on drank
Yeah, it's me and you, forever we locked in
Why they hate me, dog? (Huh)
I sweat, blood, and tears to ride Mercedes, dog
Hmm, let a nigga hold me? Nah (Bitch)
I just turn the handcuffs into Rollies, yeah
Bitch, I turned 'em to the Rollies, dog (Huh)
Nigga snitchin', talkin' to the police, nah (Yeah)
I'ma go back to jail if I don't listen, fuck them bitches
I'll take off and go missin' on 'em
I don't understand why they hate me, dog
