Lyrics For The Win - Slim Dinero

I ain't never been the hating type
Baby, love me on sight
And, yeah, she know I can't stay the night
But I put Henny on ice
And, yeah, we really getting faded right
Yeah, girl I'm tryna feel nice
And all this music I'm taking flight
Yeah, everything feel right

I ain't really into popping off
'Cause bragging ain't my type
Finna put a Benz in my parking lot
And my brothers shoot, they don't fight
So we don't really sit and just talk a lot
Don't think I had a off night
She see me slide in that parking lot
I think she like the off-white

And no I really don't say a lot
They heard and know what I did
Can't wait until a nigga drop the top
I'm thinking 'bout how I'll live (skrr)
And I can make ya name popular
But I ain't giving out drip (skrr)
And, yeah, I'm focused on popping off
You know I'm just tryna win (skrr, skrr)

If I keep on going retarded
I'll put on for where I started
'Cause I know they all wanna see me ballin'
I gotta work hard ain't no bargains
Think that I'm wilding, I really been joggin'
Man, I need some ice like toboggan
She do it all, so she know that I'm all in
So she know that I'm all in

Push that cash so fast
I just kept moving when it got bad (got bad)
You can't steal my fashion
You wouldn't know what I did for this bag
I ran it up now I'm laughing, it ain't a question to chase this cash
The snake shit bound to happen
'Cause I know I'm 'bout to be in my bag

Up in my bag, yeah
Chasing a bag, yeah
I gotta cut all my bad habits (my bad habits)
Boy you sauce with the fashion
It put together like some mathematics (mathematics)
And I kept it movin', little girl, what you doing?
And you said you bad at it (you bad at it)
They know I ain't losing 'cause I kept it moving
And I got a bag out it (bag out it)

Hop in a foreign I'm taking flight
Said I ain't never been the hating type (no)
Yeah, you gotta pay tonight
If you really tryna stay the night (the night)
Ball in the rain tonight
Dreamt of stars in the Wraith tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't never been the hating type
Baby, love me on sight
And, yeah, she know I can't stay the night
But I put Henny on ice
And, yeah, we really getting faded right
Yeah, girl I'm tryna feel nice
And all this music I'm taking flight
Yeah, everything feel right

I ain't really into popping off
'Cause bragging ain't my type
Finna put a Benz in my parking lot
And my brothers shoot, they don't fight
So we don't really sit and just talk a lot
Don't think I had a off night
She see me slide in that parking lot
I think she like the off-white

And no I really don't say a lot
They heard and know what I did
Can't wait until a nigga drop the top
I'm thinking 'bout how I'll live
And I can make ya name popular
But I ain't giving out drip
And, I ain't really tryna pop...