[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Thomas/Paul Williams
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Paul Williams
[00:13.716]You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans?
[00:16.808]You tryna cry in a Nissan or a Rarri?
[00:19.950]You tryna cry in a G-Shocks or a Carti?
[00:22.857]Yeah, you tryna **** a boss or your stalker?
[00:26.054]Yeah, you tryna **** a runner or a baller?
[00:29.107]Yeah, you tryna be a bum or a boss bitch?
[00:32.707]You tryna cry in houses or apartments?
[00:35.453]Yeah, you tryna cry in Miami or Milwaukee?
[00:38.705]Yeah, you tryna cry in Saint Lucia or Saint Thomas?
[00:42.305]You tryna cry in a Buick or a BRABUS?
[00:45.454]You tryna live at home or a coffin?
[00:48.523]If I was you, pussy, I would stop that talking
[00:51.007]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[00:55.025]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[00:58.163]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[01:01.355]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[01:03.350]Yeah, I done counted up green so long, my thumb look just like a ****ing pickle
[01:06.656]I ain't leaving the studio, we in Houston, tell Eric bring the Strippers
[01:09.904]She told me she on the game, but I like it, baby, I'll play it with ya
[01:13.107]She ain't putting on no Jordans, my bitch bossed up in Chanelly tennis
[01:16.329]****, **** with that Garçons, I can't come cheap, I'm dripped in chrome
[01:19.552]Ten thousand for these Givenchy pants, and I can't put this shit back on
[01:22.450]****, I'on get high off weed, when they look, it had pills in my lungs
[01:25.686]Yeah, I ain't even tryna get kissed, still got pill powder on my tongue, yeah
[01:30.560]My heart, so full of anger
[01:32.250]I'm going out with my banger
[01:33.567]Maybach backed in at the hangar
[01:35.214]You don't need keys to switch the crank up
[01:36.768]Young Don Dada, Ronald Reagan
[01:38.367]I remember hoes who was tryna play me, now I'm saying hoes tryna have my baby
[01:41.857]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[01:45.888]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[01:49.022]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[01:52.202]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[01:55.408]You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans?
[01:58.537]You tryna cry in a Buick or a BRABUS?
[02:01.821]You tryna live at home or a coffin?
[02:04.802]If I was you, pussy, I would stop that talking

作词 : Robert Thomas/Paul Williams
作曲 : Robert Thomas/Paul Williams
You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans?
You tryna cry in a Nissan or a Rarri?
You tryna cry in a G-Shocks or a Carti?
Yeah, you tryna **** a boss or your stalker?
Yeah, you tryna **** a runner or a baller?
Yeah, you tryna be a bum or a boss bitch?
You tryna cry in houses or apartments?
Yeah, you tryna cry in Miami or Milwaukee?
Yeah, you tryna cry in Saint Lucia or Saint Thomas?
You tryna cry in a Buick or a BRABUS?
You tryna live at home or a coffin?
If I was you, pussy, I would stop that talking
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, I done counted up green so long, my thumb look just like a ****ing pickle
I ain't leaving the studio, we in Houston, tell Eric bring the Strippers
She told me she on the game, but I like it, baby, I'll play it with ya
She ain't putting on no Jordans, my bitch bossed up in Chanelly tennis
****, **** with that Garçons, I can't come cheap, I'm dripped in chrome
Ten thousand for these Givenchy pants, and I can't put this shit back on
****, I'on get high off weed, when they look, it had pills in my lungs
Yeah, I ain't even tryna get kissed, still got pill powder on my tongue, yeah
My heart, so full of anger
I'm going out with my banger
Maybach backed in at the hangar
You don't need keys to switch the crank up
Young Don Dada, Ronald Reagan
I remember hoes who was tryna play me, now I'm saying hoes tryna have my baby
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans?
You tryna cry in a Buick or a BRABUS?
You tryna live at home or a coffin?
If I was you, pussy, I would stop that talking