Lyrics Justin Timberlake in the Cadillac - Cole Myer

Hey, I was just playin'. I was just playin, man. You feel me
Who iz Ram

Huh, huh
I see you talking grinds, bitch, you just talking 'bout some coffee
Say you killing all these boys, you ain't put 'em in a coffin
You ain't kill me, hey I'm back, this exactly what I wanted
You say that you're in love, I realized that it's just plutonic, huh
This ain't what you want, you wanted this and you'd be dumb
Put a money tree outside my house and now I got a green thumb
Every time I turn the music on you just agree and thump
She a mini me, think other men are greasy lumps
I pull up to your section, bowl in hand of Reese Puffs
I pull up to your kid's party, am I allowed to cuss?
I had to throw her a bit more wood cause she wanted Chuck
Why I perform in front of children if I'm sayin' fuck?
Guess I normalized it young like I was born a sailor
She treat me like I'm the United States, I'm not your asylum
I'm only reppin' God, this is not Satan
I throw Benji's at 'em now and they call me Franklin
Bitch, this ain't GTA

She told me every time I see you, I see RB face
Well, there ain't shit funny and I ain't come to play
I'm tryin' to work and I know everything they're gonna say"How you doin?""Where you been at?""What you up to?""Where your friend at"
You can find out by my online status, like I'm Kai Cenat
You would find out if you hit me up, but you ain't hit me back

Why y'all think I rap?
I gotta let it out
She put me in the past, she want me back
She said"I'm better now"
And what's that supposed to mean
Like, don't get close to me
Wouldn't even let you, Mr. Beast
You can't pay for my groceries
I'm on the block, givin' Mickey D's to homeless fiends
She on my cock, all she got was to smell the weed
I'm on the game, she said"get off", I said"bitch please"
She said"look", lifted her shirt up, said"grip these"
I'm distracted now, my KD going down
She said, I got the green light, I'm okay to go ahead, goin' down to pound
We goin' round for round, I might tap out, but she keep sayin"Slut me out"
I'ma my slut for burgers, imagine five guys goin' in and out
That's disgusting

Put me on a tier list, keep me far from Tobuscus
All I wanna do is rap, make money, and fun shit
No need to skip a chorus, I'ma keep it comin
This is America, I put friends onto Donald Glover
This is America, I respect everybody's mother
And I ain't say this stuff enough, I really love my brothers
It's weighin' heavy on my heart that we don't know each other
Shoutout all my nephews, I'ma be the greatest uncle
Shoutout to my last love, that's my greatest fumble
Sometimes when you wanna brag, you gotta keep it humble
I'm tryna speak up when I rap, in real life, sometimes I mumble

Got an issue with the shit I say, then say the shit yourself
This the one I get, the one I got, this how Ash Ketchum felt
But what if Pikachu wants someone else
I'ma take a peek at you, don't peekaboo, don't kiss and tell
Me and Justin Timberlake bringin' sexy back off the honey packs in a Cadillac, who tryna get smacked?
I can't get in raw, even if you Corinna Kopf and you starin' at me, puppy dog, deep down you wanna get blacked
She gon' gaggle on my gunk for the gang, then she gotta go
Told her, I love you and I mean it, but she just a hoe