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Gunna – New Coupe Lyrics

March 11, 2019 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah oh
Young Gunna
Ooh yeah

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 1]
Making deposits
The latest, exotic
I’m crazy and modest
Blazing, the hottest
I walk it, I talk it
I like it, I bought it
The [?] dissolve ’em
I drip, a faucet
Bitch, absorb it
Gunna, a martian
The Porsche is more horses
Three bitches, a orgy
I’m feeling important
My car was imported
I’m [?]
These blessings a fortune

[Verse 2]
Breakfast, lunch
Yves Saint Laurent
Kick shit, punt
Pour up, chuch
This Ac’ in it, chuch
Raf Simons, don’t touch
[?], cuff
I cash out, I bag out
[?] the blunt
Snow White, dust
You konw like a skunk
Sound byte, termite
Show lights, us
Give no fucks
Extendo tucked
Don’t get bust

ZAYN – Icarus Interlude Lyrics

December 14, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh-ooh (Ooh)
Ooh

[Verse 1]
Call me Icarus
I guess I flew too close to the sun
Myth’ll call me legend, that might be why
In my Yves Saint Laurent
Get the bees coming in for the honey I supply
And if you ain’t got it now, then you’re in for a surprise
You won’t get it in a lifetime (Lifetime)
I’m in the right place at the right time (Right time)

[Chorus]
Girl, you love me better than anyone
Girl, you love me better than I’ve known
Girl, you love me better than I’ve known before
Better than I’ve known before

[Post-Chorus]
(Better than I’ve known before)
Ain’t no stopping what I know (Before)
What I know, ain’t no

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no stopping what I feel
Plays on my mind in slo-mo
Every time as if it were real
Every night, oh, it’s you I feel
That’s how you’re in my mind

[Outro]
I’ve been lying to the liars
I’ve been lying
I’ve been lying to the liars
I’ve been lying to the liars
I’ve been lying with the liars every night
Lying ’cause I’m flying
I’ve been lying to the liars
Lying to the liars

Meek Mill – Splash Warning Lyrics

December 1, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
Okay, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Woo-woo-woo
Ayy-ayy, ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Future]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had the feds around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my knapsack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that’s a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain’t cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I’m Nipsey
My bitch look like NuNu

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Tons money on his head ’cause we, ’cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain’t see what’s the total
Heard he’s on her crew, we gon’ splash when they roll up

Young Thug – Chanel (Go Get It) Lyrics

August 17, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future]
Anything she want she can get
Anything she want she can get
Anything she want she can get
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Anything you see, you can get it
Here go the keys to the Bentley
When I fuck her, I got good intentions
I just can’t get my palms to stop itchin’
Water on me like I live with the fishes
I done ordered every color in tennis
Got the diamonds put in by my dentist
I’ma shine when I’m skinnin’ and grinnin’
Ice my watch, I’m not wastin’ my time
Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime
Connect with my bitch like WiFi
I’m in the DM like Cha Cha
I got Ms, I can take care of the southside
I’ve been bettin’ the billionaire ties
Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size
Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes
Got Marc Jacobs, they cover my eyes
She need help, I’ma send her a dime
I can’t pour nothing less than two lines
[?] the back seat reclines
She want me to put that dick in her spine
Take her shoppin’ and keep her from cryin’
Give you stones you one of a kind
Got Chanel with the C’s on both sides

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
They locked the door when we walk in Fendi
Save the 100’s, them dubs, we spendin’
Real dope boy, ain’t chargin’ no card
New G-Wagon, she already got
Real grown woman, she ain’t post her body
Check price tags, you want it, you get it
You a big Thugger fan, he scared to admit it
Gettin’ six for a show, I’m handlin’ business
LA for a month, get away from the city
Been sippin’ this syrup, I’ma need a new kidney
Just tell me where it’s at and I’ma go in and get it
‘Ever I say, she on it
New Range Rover, she want it
We don’t do “no,” she on it
Runnin’ out of space for the bags in her closet
Runnin’ through checks every day, no fraud shit
Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
Bad lil’ bitch, good brain go to college
You ain’t really gotta pay for nothing, I got it
Big bankroll, I ain’t totin’ no wallet
I don’t withdraw, nigga, name deposit
T-Pain, Plies, I call up my shawty, my shawty

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
She want Chanel, go get it (she want Chanel, go get it)
She want Chanel, go get it (go get it)
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

August 4, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

Young Dolph – Drippy

February 16, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

[Verse 1]
Prometh, sippin’
My bitch she gettin’ tipsy
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin’ Fendi
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin’
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
‘Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Shit, this young nigga poppin’, damn
Nah, can’t no nigga stop him
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin’ shit
I’m in the streets where the hitters at
I’m in the street where the dealers at
I’m in the section where all the bad bitches at

[Verse 2]
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin’ dope, I ain’t go to prom
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Drippy, drippy

Kodak Black – Why You Always Gotta Go Lyrics

February 15, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, why you always gotta go?
Why you gotta leave?
Why you always gotta go?
Kodak, why you gotta leave?
Why you gotta leave?
Yeah, when we link up, man, we legendary

[Chorus]
Why you always gotta go?
Kodak, why you gotta leave?
You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
Probably never got your heart broke before
But you gon’ get your karma for sure
Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
Never got my heart broke before

[Verse 1]
Baby, that’s a dub, fallin’ for no whore
She want love, but I just want war
I’m runnin’ with my Z like my name Gohan
I bring a nigga that static, think he seein’ Pokémon
My first hundred Gs, made it with my soldiers, huh
So when you see me with my Res on my feet, you know it’s on
From the bricks, I rock a Dickie fit, I don’t need Saint Laurent
Million dollar nigga, seven figure, Yves Saint Laurent
Maybe I think I’m paranoid when I’m feelin’ on yo’ booty
Can’t break my heart ’cause I’m a thug, love just a illusion
Real thug need a lady to hold him down ’cause we go through shit
I ride or die with the hive, but we treat ’em like they groupies

[Verse 2]
Tell karma when she come to bring her lingerie to the crib
And a towel to bathe with the couple days that she here
Yeah, I heard her heart cold, but mine’s glacier to the year
Yeah, I got right in that water, I dove straight from the pier
Went to jail, and I ain’t never been free for a year
Ever since then, the kid ain’t never seen the streets a whole year
I ain’t pressin’, applyin’ pressure on a bitch ’cause that’s weird
I ain’t stressin’, ‘specially never ’bout a bitch ’cause that’s weird
She’s a nat nat, she’s a queer
She’s a nat nat, she’s a theory
Make it rain like a dear
Stunt severe, stuntin’ yearly
Like you ain’t got no ears
Express myself, but you don’t hear me
I’m breakin’ out in tears
Damn, lil’ dear, you gon’ kill me

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

October 20, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Wendy) (Live)

July 20, 2017 by Azlyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Steam Room (feat. Chevy Woods)

June 27, 2017 by Azlyrics

Brrp Brrp

[Hook: Chevy Woods]
Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains
Niggas tryna copy, skrt skrt, switch lanes
Bad bitch with me, she don’t know you, you a lame
You ain’t getting money, boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
You ain’t getting money, boy, that’s just loose change

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Pocket full of money i don’t fuck with loose change
Your bitch look like dinner she a pray food chain
Stay up out your feelings, I don’t fuck with mood swings
I can save you baby look that’s just the truth hey
I go hard cause I got homies in the chain gang
We trynna’ get rich, we ain’t trynna maintain
Buss down Audemars, the whip plain jane’
Almost broke my wrist tryna whip cocaine

[Hook: Chevy Woods]
Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains
Niggas trynna’ copy, skrt skrt, switch lanes
Bad bitch with me, she don’t know you, you a lame
You ain’t getting money, boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
You ain’t getting money, boy, that’s just loose change

[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa]
My old shit your new shit

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Just walked in my closet and got nauseous
Brand new designer shit so please proceed with caution
See people talking ’bout they got it
But they don’t rock it how I rock it, hold on
You see these Yves Saint Laurent pieces
Chains that I got on
Rings and shit thats made for me you won’t see in the store
A whole section of shit that I don’t even wear no more
Smoking
Pull up in that new Celine joint
Open

[Interlude]
Yeah yeah ya know what it is
We still down here at the doober station
Waiting for ya to call on up
And get your free ride and Chevy Woods poster
We love all ya
So for a limited time only
The first 50 rides come with a free Rolling Papers 2 CD and a FaceTime from your boy Wiz Khalifa
So keep calling doober and we’ll keep picking y’all up high as fuck

[Hook: Chevy Woods]
Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains
Niggas tryna copy, skrt-skrt, switch lanes
Bad bitch with me, she don’t know you, you a lame
You ain’t getting money, boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
Boy, that’s just loose change, hey
You ain’t getting money, boy, that’s just loose change

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow

June 27, 2017 by Azlyrics

Lana Del Rey – Take Me To Paris (Cherry Blossom Album)

April 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

You’re sitting in your office, dreaming of a different life;
You say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side.
If we don’t leave town now, we’re never gonna get out of here alive.
I’m walking home from school, my thoughts are drifting into space;
Why don’t we leave tonight and take off to a different place?
Don’t tell my daddy why, gotta get on that plane and just fly.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

I wanna be that fantasy that you got on your mind;
Flying across the sea to somewhere that they’ll never find.
We should go out while we young, ’cause one day, we will want to rewind.

Our time in Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

Walking through the streets at dawn, we dance by empty carousels,
Singing about the SacrÃ©-CÅ“ur, and climbing up the Tour Eiffel.
Under the stars, we are, we are dreaming.

You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

Trey Songz – 93 Unleaded (feat. Dave East) (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

February 1, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz]
Yeah

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Look at your hair, look at your clothes
Yeah, look at your nails, check out your toes, yeah
Body on slow mo, come here
You got a nigga frooz like a lil baby deer (God damn)
Ooh, baby girl, you’re cool like this time of year
Girl, you hot as motherfuckin’ fish grease, yeah
You don’t need a chair, sit it down right here
And if you want it all, you can get that there
Say you like to read, let me get between them pages
Know you like to work out, I can spot while you squat
Know these other girls, they ain’t got what you got
Tryna fill your tank ’til the top

[Bridge: Dave East]
Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Ay, look at your body, wait, look in my eyes
Ay, picture my face, ay, between your thighs
Ay, my lips on yours, drip, drip some more
All of my time, I’m goin’ down
Tryna find your spot, I’m tryna keep it there (ay, ay)
I be goin’ deep, so baby, be prepared
Super direct, no disrespect, yeah
Oh, so sexy, I need that, yeah

[Verse 3: Dave East]
93, you gotta fuck wanna ride with me
I look like I hit the lottery, only with niggas that die for me
I used to be at with all the hammers and all the scammers and all where the powder be
You hated, so fuck your apology, you see that red stripe on my Prada tee
I jump out the Rover now, fully loaded
Ain’t hard to see, I’ve been took over now
Same bitches wouldn’t even pay attention
I can bend them over, choke ’em now
Bottom of my teeth golden now
Only backwoods, I can roll a pound
Homies locked, I can hold ’em down
Got Givenchy stars on my shoulder now
New grib, new bitch, true Crip, whip like a bowlin’ ball
Yves Saint Laurent or the Dolce shades, I don’t even know though, sure
Only if she bad I might see it, full of Henny, so I might eat it
Only socks and my wife beater, her brain better than a mind reader

[Outro: Dave East & Trey Songz]
Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you, (I just feel like you the one)
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you

Grace – You Don’t Own Me lyrics

October 5, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Grace]
You don’t own me
You don’t own me

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Woah, let’s go
But I’m Gerald and I can always have just what I want
She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent
But nope, she ain’t with it though
All because she got her own dough
Boss bossed if you don’t know
She could never ever be a broke ho
[Verse 2: Grace]
You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

[Chorus: Grace]
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

[Verse 3: Grace]
You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down cause I’d never stay

[Chorus: Grace]
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

[Verse 4: G-Eazy]
Really though, honestly
I get bored of basic bitches
She’s the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her
If shes alone and if she’d sent some pictures, she said no (what)
Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself
Never asking for your help, independent woman
She ain’t for the shelf
No, she’s the one
Smoke with her till the weed is gone
Stayin’ up until we see the sun
Baddest ever, I swear she do it better than I’ve ever seen it done
Never borrow, she ain’t ever loan
That’s when she told me she ain’t never ever ever ever gonna be owned

[Verse 5: Grace]
I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please

You don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t, you don’t
You don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t own me