I can I can I can I, I, I, i, I, I, I, i I, I, I can I can I, I, I, i, I, I, I, i I can I, I, I, i, I, I, I, I I can I can I, I, I, i, I, I, I, I I can I can I can I can I can I can love enough for the both of us I can I can I can love enough for the both of us I can I can I can love enough for the both of us I can I can But I just want to be with you But I just want to be with you I just want to be with you

Why don't you talk to each other? Why don't you talk to each other? Just give it a try. Why don't you talk about what happened? I know you're trying to avoid it but I don't know why. You might not believe it. You might not believe it but you got a lot in common, you really do. You both love me and I love both of you. If I were you I'd hate me too. I was just a lonely man with no plan and no chance and like a comet she came and changed my world. She saw the beauty in everything. Both you and me and this world. And what she left behind is enough for us. But we still miss our girl. I know you both need it. I know you both need it. Someone who knows what your going through. You both love me and I love both of you. I know you both need it. I know you both need it. A friend who knows what your going through. You both love me and I love both of you. You both love me and I love both of you.

Yeah, you fall somewhere between a preppy and a hippy At a third row country concert You got your hands up singing and your short skirt swinging Yeah, you even bought a t-shirt But you be churching with your mama come Sunday morning Trying to shake off Saturday night Well, you're a little straight A and a little cray-cray Girl you sound like you're just my type, that's right Well I like a little bit of bad girl And I like a little bit of sweet And I like a little boom boom in a room And a little chicken pecking on a six string And I like a little bit of whiskey I don't mind a little bit of smoke A little truck shock squeaking A little good book preaching Yeah, I like a little bit of both, like a little bit of both A little bit of both, girl you keep it so fresh Girl, you keep it so dope Know you like Cinderella in a blender With a little bit of witch kicker in the mixture You got a Route 44 Asberry, Cherry Coke But you spike it with a little bit of Seagrams And them low cut Levi's surprise, surprise There's a little black lace beneath 'em But you're a naughty little wine in a hip hop line You're a William Shakespeare sonnet And Jerry, Jeff, Jay-Z got the middle of a backseat Baby with your nickname on it Well, I like a little bit of bad girl And I like a little bit of sweet And I like a little boom boom in a room And a little chicken pecking on a six string And I like a little bit of whiskey And I don't mind a little bit of smoke A little truck shock squeaking A little good book preaching I like a little bit of both, like a little bit of both A little bit of both Girl, you keep it so fresh Girl, you keep it so dope Know you like Cinderella in a blender With a little bit of witch kicker in the mixture, hey Yeah, I like a little bit of bad girl And I like a little bit of sweet And I like a little boom boom in a room And a little chicken pecking on a six string, baby And I like a little bit of whiskey And I don't mind a little bit of smoke A little truck shock squeaking A little good book preaching I like a little bit of both, like a little bit of both A little bit of both Girl, you keep it so fresh Girl, you keep it so dope Know like Cinderella in a blender With a little bit of witch kicker in the mixture

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

My 15 minutes stretching some hours late Bring me 15 bitches, I'll make 'em salivate 15 milion right on my fuckin' plate BOA, 15 hundred just to feast safe 15 feeling like I won a sweepstakes 15-hour flights when I leave the states 15 thousand dollars on a bracelet Had to buy two, I had the jeweler going apeshit Old friends doing 15 to life I changed my situation with some pristine advice Name a rapper hot as me, I'm 15 times the hype My bank account holds 15 times your life 15 cars like I'm collecting those 15 Fashion Nova packs, I'm collecting clothes Fan love 'cross the map, getting X and Os 15 bodyguards in my section, closed 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen 15 bad bitches, send a UberX 15 bitches mad I get uber checks 15 hunned Bhabies by the mosh pit Rap star, living life for my rock shit Like a pop shift, 15 in the Glock, bitch Think you hot shit? Get you 15 knots, quick That's a lump sum, sweaty bitches Trump dumb 15 shots to that head, I get 'em punch drunk 15 milli stalking that IG So why in the fuck would I need a ID? Hoes looking thirsty, get on my IV Voice of the new generation, you can't deny me Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready 15, Black Mamba, shit gon' be so deadly (Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready Bust 15 tons, this shit is so heavy) 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen

Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Yeah, my nails pink But my hunnids blue (Hunnids blue) Runnin' in these threes To these W's (Runnin', bitch) And I might let you chill if I fuck with you I don't wanna meet ya mama, I ain't cuffin' you 60 a show (60 a show) Look at this dough, look at this Back of the Ghost, that's how I roll I'm on some whole other shit Diamonds colored like a Rubix cube My name Bhad Bhabie, bitch Who is you? Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up I'll one night ya (Night) I might taste it if I like it, I won't wife ya (Wife) Pull up Viper (Viper) All my jewelry the right one Ballin', I go Mike Jordan Get head while I'm recordin' On FaceTime, won't record me 60 for a show, I'm important All my spots got glass windows (Yeah) Still got snow like December She want snow, no December I'ma go slow, go deep in her Runnin' through checks, they keep appearin' I don't get scared, I'm God-fearin' New G-Wagon, I barely steer it Paid all cash, don't do leases Yeah, I'll hit a bitch Leases (Pew, pew, yeah) Bought it all cash (Mothafuckin' ballin') And I'm just fuckin' with 'em Just fuckin' with 'em Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) Don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna, with my feet up

M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Apeshit, new shit, spaceship, coupe shit Came with two whips, deja vu shit Still got a lot of them bands (Bands) Still got a lot of them mad Old bread, new drip, fake hoes, new tits They called, who this? Stank lips sink ships Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, bitch) Yeah, you can drop it but it ain't gon' sell (Sell) My shit hittin' like the NFL (Ho) Tinted 9-11 so I don't see 12 (Nope) Stay with the K so I don't take L's (Bitch) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Young bitch, rich bitch, rude bitch, new bitch AK, two clips, same gang, who switched? Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, ho) You a dub, bitch, dumb bitch, old bitch, ho bitch No bitch, broke bitch, stay back, no flicks (No flicks) Just got a crib for the fam (Bitch) Still tell the jet when to land (Land, bitch) Still choke a bitch like MMA Sellin' out arenas like the NBA (Bitch) Can't tell me shit like an NDA Tell the Forbes List that I'm on my way (On my way) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)

I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look these hoes be fake flossin' Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww) These hoes be fake ballin' Tax money that shit won't last (bye) These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe) These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra These hoes, they wake up, they beggin' On the Gram, they be fake flexin' (why you lyin') These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww) They mattresses be on the floor (haha) These hoes, they wake up they messy They runnin' they mouth, they so petty (petty) These hoes, they feed off attention (yup) Zero time, that's what I give 'em I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These hoes be lackin', see me in the back They talk all this shit, but don't say it in person Won't catch me off guard on no boulevard Foreign car, and my driver my guard Water, water drippin', come take a peak You in trailer hoe, bitch you can't compete I'm riding solo don't need no one but me Run up a check, yeah we runnin' the streets Red cup? No it ain't Kool-aid Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah) One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha) Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow) These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch) I'm in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch) Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look Mando Fresh

Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know- Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know- Whatchu know about it? (foreign cars) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (trap house) Whatchu know about it? You don't know about it (Cuban link) You don't know about it (tiger mink) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? I don't need no receipts I see it, I own it, I play for keeps Don't tell me the price, don't matter to me What I spend in a day, you make in a week They keep going up like a money tree Shop in these deals like a money spree Can't give you the gang, gotta charge a fee Queen of rack city, give me the key I be like "Send me the addy" Hop out the Porsche with a baddie Got a nice face and a fattie Do what I say like I'm daddy Been out here killin' em Yeah, this chain cost 'bout a million Told y'all make me 'bout a billion Yeah, we see who outchea, really am Look, I don't got no curb, I got mileage I'm always on the jet like a pilot (you can't afford this life) Ace of diamonds move, yeah, I'm throwin' (throwin' hunnids) Money fallin' to the floor like it's snowin' (pick it up hoe!) Wooh Whatchu know about it? (foreign cars) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (trap house) Whatchu know about it? You don't know about it (Cuban link) You don't know about it (tiger mink) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know about it? (foreign cars) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (trap house) Whatchu know about it? You don't know about it (Cuban link) You don't know about it (tiger mink) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (you don't know shit!)