Emerald / Ivy

One band, two bands, three bands, four
I got people knocking down my door
Some to the left, some to the right
I got my face on a flyer saying shoot on sight
Lately, I been making so much bank
That you fuckers thought my last name was Gates
I seen your accounts, they start to tank
And you’re asking me for Cheddar, but you’re so full of hate
Why you gotta be jealous of the shit that I got?
I busted my ass for my right just to cop a new pair of J’s
So no cliches
Damn, your broke ass wishes you could get paid
Bought some new shit with my Christmas bonus
You say you did, too, but that’s just bogus
Tryna buy a house for squad so nobody can own us
Move your money to my bank account, hocus pocus
Okay, last four bars, I better make these count
Can’t see all my money cause of too much clout
Making you insane, so you scream and shout
I wave around and hunt you when I’m out and about
WVMIEV
Open up my eyelids, I’m already wilin'
Teeth are grindin' like I’m on a molly
Nothin' in my future, probably got my struggle for a dollar 'til it’s in my
fuckin' hand
Ima go out there and spend, ima do this shit again and again
Put a chain 'round my neck, man I love my master
And it’s nothing but respect 'til I’m ashes
Cash ageless, a world backboneless
If you didn’t notice, it’s fuck the homeless
Invite the rich in and be a good hostess
Stay turnt, don’t turn down and go slow motion
Everybody got a motive, so what you promotin'?
Better watch your back, or you might get demoted
Feeling deja vu, I think the world reloaded
Stay conscious, I say, what is consciousness anyway?
Some say we live in binary code by the way
Talking like canaries to Alexa knows, delivered by a drone to my home
Place beyond my mobile phone, playing Pokemon Go
Ready for the mic for transactions
Shoutout Google Wallet, ain’t even gotta open up my trifold
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
I don’t really care what you want
I don’t really care what you on
You like this, you like that
You like drugs, you like weed
But I don’t really care who you are
So fuck the lights and what the media says
You ain’t shit but an obedient prick, yeah
Tryna buy a McLaren for all the homies
When you ain’t even got enough cash to get home tonight
Sleeping with yourself tonight
Ain’t got nobody by your side to calm you down once you’re contemplating suicide
Now you’re sleeping in a parking lot Tuesday night, thinking
«How the fuck did I get here?
How the fuck did I end up crying, alone?»
Wishlist all VLONE
But got nobody to flex for anymore
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air
Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair
Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair
Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care
Part 2: IVY
Daisies in your hair, girl, but I don’t really care
All I want to do is lay down here with you
Put you on my shoulders, my life is tumbling over
I cannot believe that you’d just fuck behind my back, and
What am I supposed to do?
Trust a whore like you?
And what am I supposed to do?
I’ll just cast myself in the ocean blue
This was never about love or lust or making out in a stairwell
This was about how I trusted you and you threw it all away
I’ve been racing towards the end
To find a girl to call her mine
The moment that our eyes met
Our hearts began to intertwine
You’re my love, my sky, my heart
You’re the thing my mind’s stuck on
And if it comes that our souls part
I’ll become a slave, a pawn
I can’t stand the thought of being without you
Not being able to hold your face
I just wanna hold you close
The lines on your skin, I’ll surely trace