Hundreds of miles you cry like a baby Plead with me, shout, scream Tell me I'm staying I know, I know, I know I'm still your love Back from the last place I wanted to fake Laugh with me, shout, scream Tell me you're staying I know, I know, I know You're still my love Same as I love you You'll always love me too This love isn't good unless It's me and you Box after box And you're still by my side Weather is changing Breaking my stride I know, I know, I know It's just this day House after house Just like car after car You see club after club They all seems so far I know, I know, I know What else are we here for? The same as I love you You'll always love me too This love isn't good unless It's me and you Stick your hands inside of my pockets Keep them warm while I'm still here Tell them this love hasn't changed me Changed me at all Last night I was writing about you I know my screaming and Shouting won't keep you I know, I know, I know You're still my love I wake up to the sound of you working You're one room right over Stressing and loving me I know, I know, I know Be still my love The same as I love you You'll always love me too This love isn't good unless It's me and you Stick your hands inside of my pockets Keep them warm while I'm still here Tell them this love hasn't changed me Changed me at all Stick your heart inside of my chest Keep it warm here while we rest Tell them this love hasn't changed me Changed me at all Same as I love you You'll always love me too This love isn't good unless It's me and you Same as I love you You'll always love me too This love isn't good unless It's me and you

I know, I know, I know why You been speaking softly Running down my cheek and from my eyes Dried up That one I'm still thinking of I was just a little less Secretive about it I could close my eyes and you could curse What's new He's telling me what to do Every night I try to sleep Every day I wake up Always there inside of me Always laying next to you Inside of the living room Outside in the sunshine Windows open, air is cool If only for a little Breathing in and breathing out Want to pull it over Something that I can't forget about It's no use It's crushing me longer than it's supposed to (Holding mе closer than you ought to) Staring at me on the phonе Staring through the TV Even with all the worthless things I got It's no use That I'll never stop loving you Every night I try to sleep Every day I wake up Always there inside of me Always laying next to you Inside of the living room Outside in the sunshine Windows open, air is cool If only for a little

Oh-ooh, oh-ooh Oh-ooh, oh-ooh I know you know That I love you so Everything mundane You make it harder to explain Take all my ego and my pride (my pride) My issues aside I won't win a fight And lose you by my side, baby Cross the seven seas Drive along the streets Write along a beat Bring you home with me Kiss you in the heat Smoke a little weed That's how I know you're real When you wanna go? I can take you home Stop along the road 'Long as we're alone Hold you to a song Miss you when you go That's how I know you're real I can wait for so much and longer If it meant I'd be holding you forever And time won't be a problem, no baby 'Cause I just want you, I just want you I just want- I know you know That I need you so Everything mundane, your beauty brings to a shame Lately I've been dreaming 'bout you Thinking how you Got me reeled in, committing feelings Got me fucked up, now I'm fucked up I won't fuck up 'Cause you know I'd Cross the seven seas Drive along the streets Write along a beat Bring you home with me Kiss you in the heat Smoke a little weed That's how I know you're real When you wanna go? I can take you home Stop along the road 'Long as we're alone Hold you to a song Miss you when you go That's how I know you're real I can wait for so much and longer If it meant I'd be holding you forever And time won't be a problem, no baby 'Cause I just want you I just want you I can wait for so much and longer If it meant I'd be holding you forever And time won't be a problem, no baby 'Cause I just want you That's how I know you're real, real (oh-ooh) I just want you Oh-ooh, oh-ooh

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

Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em From the corner to fame and fortune Yeah, I see both of em Tallahassee and Calabasas Got cribs in both of em Did this shit all on my own so I don't owe nothing Call Rihanna and Ariana Yeah, I know both of em Got two phones like I'm Kevin Gates I give bitches both numbers Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes No one cares 'bout both of em It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Chevy candy coated And the matte floorin' Lil baby, cherry red And the other golden Everybody on my Gram since I went public Don't be callin' me fam No we not cousins Find her with my body guard No I don't tote nothing I ain't snitchin' to the troll No, I don't know nothin' Took the number one spot They act like I done stole something Ugly and you washed up Yeah, bitch, you both of em (Bitch, you both of em) Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em