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Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse When you are just sitting right there I know you ain't just gon' stare Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up the air I know you ain't just gon' stare Saint Laurent my denim Reckless how I'm livin' Brand new diamond chain Gang, gang, gang, gang Day day 4-0 I might take your ho When I walk through the door There he go, there he go 911, I bust 'em My bitch just got to customs Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign We on Crenshaw soarin' New McLaren or DeLorean Move around and go forward She be on all fours You know I be all for it Just got through signin' a deal, uh Just got through poppin' the seal, ayy She on the hunt for a thrill, uh SongtexteShe know that that's somethin' I can give Dolla don't want no mo' kids, uh Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah Dolla don't want no mo' friends Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh I got nines, I got tens, uh I just hit some new twins Just passed on a lick Still got Act' in the fridge Ran it up on the wrist See you lookin' and shit Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse When you are just sitting right there I know you ain't just gon' stare Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up the air I know you ain't just gon' stare Saint Laurent my denim Reckless how I'm livin' Brand new diamond chain Gang, gang, gang, gang Day day 4-0 I might take your ho When I walk through the door There he go, there he go They got emotions through semen Your thot is suckin', you creamin' 'Cause Dolla hittin' it, gettin' it Get ya outta here, he hittin' it Moves all business, baby I got everything but limits lately I just dabbled in some real estate 24K on my dinner plate Yeah, that's all gold everything Money over everything Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl Yeah, I could your everything Get you anything but a wedding ring Pull up in that Medellin That coke white and that's Off-White Guess the supermodels only fuck twice And if you act right, you could get that Act' right If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight Ay, I'm not them, I'm that guy Spaceships, I'm that high Superfly, I'm that fly So, understand why...pshh Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse When you are just sitting right there I know you ain't just gon' stare Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up the air I know you ain't just gon' stare Keep goin' through your phone Keep stackin' up your dough (woo, woo) Keep ballin', let the money grow Cris' smell like venom Keep a eye on the snakes, though Keep a watch full of icicles 'Bout the hoes, we don't like niggas All the shit that I been through, I can't even explain Smokin' Ls to the brain Gang, gang, gang, gang On the plane with my bad bitch Come to flavors, I got variants Too much luggage, I can't carry it Lot of money, I might marry it We ain't stayin' at the Marriott Presidential, that's my residential Need someone to clean her panties up Smokin' wwed soon as your man get up She with me 'cause she a fan of us Young Khalifa on the cannabis And no, I can't say that I blame her (uh) I'm puttin' KK in the paper (yeah) I'm coppin' a crib with no neighbors (ooh) I'm takin' them pics with my haters (wow) Don't need you to do me no favors I be on point like a laser (ooh) Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm famous (no) My niggas cockin' and aimin' (damn, wow, bang, brrow) Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse When you are just sitting right there I know you ain't just gon' stare Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up the air I know you ain't just gon' stare Aus Songtexte Mania