Songtexte PMW - Young Matty

Aye where my bic at
MATTE
It's MATTE with the E baby
I need my lighter flick

I'ma take you back in time, sit down, close your eyes and just remember
I know that you mad, but baby, let's relax your temper,
Had us bumpin' like we Fenders
Turn around, let me rear end her
Say she love our late-night conversation
Ain't no need for explanation
She told me that she been patient
But she tired of waitin', she been tired of fakin'
She just wanna get this dick, how hard Viagra make it
I know she love me, And I love her, for every curve
Like I'm followin' a road map, off roadin' with the Spurs
It hurts, I know it does it hurts me too
I see you fallin', and it's a curse
I know the words you wanna hear
But I can't follow it with actions, I be gettin' caught up livin' in madness
It happens and then it's somethin' tragic that's only leadin' to sadness
I told you this was madness
They see I'm ballin' like a Maverick So they plot they only tactic
Throw that pussy at me, hopin' that I'll catch it
They ride my wave like a fanatic, only to feel my fabrics
I hit the stage and turn this club into a rave
In this coupe, I disappear, want diamond, or all white veneers
I'm at the top, we talkin' tears, Off-white, yellow diamonds, lemonade

It's all about that pussy, money, weed
It's all about that pussy, money, weed Pussy
Money
Weed
Pussy
Money
Weed
It's always been about that
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
MATTE