a cold sunday

Lil Yachty

It s a cold Sunday to complain
I hold it in until it rain
I fought demons after fame
I spent millions on terrain
I treat my bitch just like Diana
Pretty princess, hold the Fanta
2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her ass look fatter
We gon catch him outside
he don t got no money for the backup
I ran thirty million in the ground, baby, now I m back up
She a city girl, I m the real reason that she act up (Mmh)
She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit
Something in my spirit made me not believe I m feared (Mmh)
I know bitches parrots so I m watchin how I m speakin
Single but I m creepin
my main bitch don t need a headache (Ouu)
Half a mill on Maybach, tires flat, I never drive em (Mmh)
Pretty hoes need stylin , Balenci shopping got em wildin
Tweakin out on Collins, in my veins
the molly throbbin (Geekin )
Rich as hell, still robbin
ain t no love the way I m rockin
Bentley color gobblin, forest green
the lane I m hoggin (Spin)
Wrap the P like swallin
get it through yo fuckin noggin (Damn)
Money first, I m always dialed in (Uh, Krrt)
Moneys first, I m always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go)
I made m s off a TV like I work for Viacom
Doggy didn t stay for long, he left when the sirens rung
Flyest niggas with turnt bitches
BD s in the tightest diamonds
I could ve put out wild fires
at the house behind barbed wire
Twenty-five but living like I m fifty with three kids
All these bitches in my biz
five-hundred thousand on my bitch (Uh)
Fuck if you don t like me
I ma still get faded more than likely, it s enticing
I ll die for my respect

(It s Us)