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baeja vu - honey lyrics

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[intro]
i got some get rich quick schemes
that’s why we outside of queens
you can tell the whole world i’m rising with heavy cream
outta green, no worries i’m on the scene
we moving on up to the beast side

last week, just signed my lease cheap
still can’t drive, but uber’s got me the jeep
i’d say we’re doing fine so to speak
got eats and ends meats
stacks and cheese on the beast side

[verse-1]
money, money on the tip of my tongue
it’s so funny how these honeys think i’m tan from the sun
beige unfazed by cash that’s ungracious
face it, loquacious born to be tasteless

getting comfy with my futon crew
i’ve been chasing this broad city down to moulin rouge
she’s sitting proper with her knees together
so i make an offer she can’t refuse —
we leave together for a quick pit stop: pick up a few drinks
a couple lottery tickets, moscato bottles, i’m thinking “ma:
won’t you model by my bedside?
bring your friends by, we could have the best time.”

now i don’t party a lot, but it’s not a problem
i follow you on the gram, i think i’m ready, cuz we could get it poppin anytime…
i think i’m free in june —
of 2019, hope that you don’t need it soon

[hook]
baby
baaaaybayyy
i said baby
i know you want that honey

[verse-2]
i been broke before but it’s over now
i’ll be blowing up october
my cash flow’s mississippi river mixed in with the red range rover
ooh la la, moo la l-ss, bat your eyelashes
i don’t give a f-ck about the cash
all i’m asking…is put that -ss away
i’m rolling in pesos, lemme buy you a drink mama
tell the world i’ll purchase the kitchen sink for ya

you’re pretty much amazing, it’s crazy
all i wanna do’s hang out with you
baby girl, i’ll be your favorite toy
give up playing games like i’m brandon roy

rope me with your l-sso
f-ck them other -ssholes
tell them not to p-ss go
it’s my turn – i’m earning my keep
deep – pockets what i mean
i’ll bring you cake home when the day’s done

wintertime we
could easily be
kicking it beachside
capiche, got the bomb calm breeze
and the palm trees
all you gotta do is call me your
honey

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