Lyrics Won't Cost A Thing (Anthem) - RM Baby Boy

It won't cost me
Not a thing
Knock you down
Like dominoes you play
Another game
Mad they still got bro
In chains
Put a ring around your eye
Like you a married man (Yeah)

Gymnastics
Make a lot of flips
Don't know why
We don't shoot movies
Got a lot of clips
I think she got corn in
Her booty how she
Popping it
She know she bad
But she get boujie
When she dropping it
I was a asset in your life
You chose a peon
Ain't need a kickstand
Just a shoulder
I can lean on
I call no answer
When you text me
I don't respond
You turn me off
It won't be long
Before I be gone
Wit the shottas
Popping bottles
Got some models
Now we lit
Stand on ten ain't sitting in
I hear them siren I'ma jet
Run your mouth
I'm running in it
Yeah them lips can get you wet
Lose your head
In the beginning
Might be never coming back
I don't really watch no cable
I be making picks
I want it now not later
I can get it fixed long as
You pay me my papers
Might just go for broke
I take a risk for my paper
Don't play bout my labor
Don't know who you are
Cause you so scarred
Man who going bandage you
Try to pull your card
A regular broad
Ain't understanding you
Life got ups and downs
But when you fall
Don't let it damage you
Popped a little molly
Went to Mars
I wasn't planning to
I can have you dancing
Wit the stars
Make that your pinnacle
Said I was too young
I wasn't hitting
Now it's physical
Tried to count me out
But now she tell me
I'm so into you
Said I'm just so cool
Just like some air
I'm who you venting to
I came so far all I can say
I can't go back no more
No way state facts
Get racks that's how I live
I know I'm living for a reason
I can bless you
Like you sneezed
I can smell it
When you cheating
Watch you lie
Between your teeth
Any day can have a meeting
Beltway action get a beating
Run em down
It's up he geeking
Now he swimming on a
Deep end
You would think
I have a manual how I
Use this automatic
Baby it might shock you
How I act when I got static
No matter if it's rush hour
Can still catch you in traffic
Send em thru the glass
He do his dance
And then we dash it
Put the loud up in her
Compliment her
I was gassing
Smelling like some fruit
That's why I touch her
With a passion
Say she need some meat
And if she eat it
She going smash it
Like the way she talking
Ain't no way
I want her fasting

It won't cost me
Not a thing
Knock you down
Like dominoes you play
Another game
Mad they still got bro
In chains
Put a ring around your eye
Like you a married man (Yeah)