Lyrics Gotta Blast - Pi'erre Bourne

This friday night at Maddison Sauce Garden

Too late
You′re too late, yo
You're too late, you′re too late, you're too late
I'm on my way
Up, up, up, up

I′m on my P′s and Q's, I′m not Lil Uzi, yo
Careful on the doja, this some good Cookie, yo
I see how she looking, she gon' give it to me, yo
She love poppin′ her p- when a n- listen, yo
Yeah, I'm all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo
Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo
She be f- with me for some purchases
I just wan′ be rich, man, fuck this bitch

Too late (Yo)
You're too late, yo
You're too late, you′re too late, you′re too late
I'm on my way
Up, up, up, up

Yeah, I′m stressed out, but I'm blessed up, say
I just got my check up, say
They been hating on us for a while
Do I still intimidate you now
Money Mayweather, ayy, prayin′ for some blue days
C-notes, hit a freak h-, never make her bae
F- her good, yeah, she's never gon′ be the same
The way she s- and f- used to drive me crazy

Too late
You're too late, yo
You're too late, you′re too late, you′re too late
I'm on my way
Up, up, up, up