(Verse 1)
I got work money. I got earned money
I want Maggie to believe everything she’s heard from me
I want her to think of me as more than a learn buddy
Whenever I’m not around, to want a return from me
And lately I put women behind her
And when they ask, I give them the reminder
“Why you looking for her when you know you ain’t gonna find her?”
Reading all of these poems I got in a binder
And skeptical I sit
Because I’m not sure about getting Maggie quite yet
I know it’s something I told myself I’d do it
But I’m questioning it; I have to admit
Too busy procrastinating and being apprehensive
All these feels & thoughts got me acting pensive
Spending all that time may have actually been expensive
But I can’t deny the fact my love for you is intensive
Somewhat the same; we live with only one of our parents
And got the same amount of will & perseverance
Hopefully if you don’t get red or embarrassed
I’d like to compliment you on your stunning appearance
Dreams money can’t buy
No matter how many hundreds your wallet has inside
Like everyone, I’m wanting all it, homie
And f*ck whoever doubts on a Broski
(Hook)
Don’t f*ck with me, don’t f*ck with me
Don’t f*ck with me, don’t f*ck with me
Don’t f*ck with me, don’t f*ck with me
Don’t f*ck with me, don’t f*ck with me
(Verse2)
V.I.C’s just this skinny kid straight out of Donna
Who can smoke your ass without even getting near marijuana
I love the fact that turning up makes people think they’re cooler
Have fun spending every day like Ferris Buellar
Victorious V.I.C
Everything twice as much & my future is seen brightly
With a haircut looking straight outta 1990
Khaki shorts, t-shirt, shoes that are nothing but Nike
I’ve never seen the dough you claim to make
Of all the lies, that one takes the cake
There have been plenty of nights where I’ve just stayed awake
Listening to the subliminal advice that was said from Drake
And we’re all just chilling out; me, Eugene & Roland
Out partying, but we’re not drinking or smoking
And if the girl next to me is Maggie
I’ll stop self loathing & get to joking
I throw my hands up high
Like whacky inflatable tube men
I’ll do everything I can
To please you & to see you grin
Dreams money can’t buy
No matter how many hundreds your wallet has inside
Like everyone, I’m wanting all it, homie
And f*ck whoever doubts on a Broski
(Hook)