"THEY TELL MË" lyrics
(She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me)
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me
(Shh)
They tell me, when you talk bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
Yea, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yea, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, I wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had 2 loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach got 2 tones on it, got 2 tones on it
I put them Bill's on everything like I put them ions on it
No we don't fuck wit them broke boys babe we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yea, slide on me, and the family members RIP him
Salad, with these diamonds
I whipped the Lambo truck all the way out today now its back in my garage
Salad, I got carrots
We got the motherfucking money we pull-up outside and leave em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses why you staring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, they ain't glaring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, all yo diamonds
All yo fucking streams ain't playing, yea u fake it
(She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me)
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me
(Shh)
They tell me, when you talk bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
Yea, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yea, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, I wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had 2 loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach got 2 tones on it, tones on it
I put them Bill's on everything like I put them ions on it
No we don't fuck wit them broke boys babe we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yea, slide on me, and the family members RIP him
Salad, with these diamonds
I whipped the Lambo truck all the way out today now its back in my garage
Salad, I got carrots
We got the motherfucking money we pull-up outside and leave em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses why you staring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, they ain't glaring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, all yo diamonds
All yo fucking streams ain't playing, yea u fake it
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me
(Shh)
They tell me, when you talk bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
Yea, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yea, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, I wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had 2 loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach got 2 tones on it, got 2 tones on it
I put them Bill's on everything like I put them ions on it
No we don't fuck wit them broke boys babe we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yea, slide on me, and the family members RIP him
Salad, with these diamonds
I whipped the Lambo truck all the way out today now its back in my garage
Salad, I got carrots
We got the motherfucking money we pull-up outside and leave em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses why you staring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, they ain't glaring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, all yo diamonds
All yo fucking streams ain't playing, yea u fake it
(She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me)
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me
(Shh)
They tell me, when you talk bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
Yea, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yea, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, I wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had 2 loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach got 2 tones on it, tones on it
I put them Bill's on everything like I put them ions on it
No we don't fuck wit them broke boys babe we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yea, slide on me, and the family members RIP him
Salad, with these diamonds
I whipped the Lambo truck all the way out today now its back in my garage
Salad, I got carrots
We got the motherfucking money we pull-up outside and leave em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses why you staring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, they ain't glaring
All yo diamonds fake bitch, all yo diamonds
All yo fucking streams ain't playing, yea u fake it
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Rafe Erik Nelson, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper
