For Me - A2

Wanna see a lotta paper 'fore I meet my maker

In a beach eating snapper back home in Jamaica yeah

My real heart is in Tobago yeah

Bet she gonna pop it when I say so

This is real money this ain’t play dough

Been a trill nigga since the incubator

Imma get this money tell Em F a hater

She said I tell ya later

She gon' pop it for me, says she gon' drop it for me

She gon' pop it for me, says she gonna drop it for me

She gonna pop it for me, she gon' drop it for me

My niggas like when your shutting dropping Homie?

I’m like who?

I just keep it lowkey, ya know me

When’s your shit dropping?

I know they’re all watching

And I got what they want do they still want it?

Once I get this popping

Only God can make me stop it word

And I know what goes on in their mind

Bunch of missed calls from these washed rappers

Weren’t ringing me when it was their time

Now it’s foreign grind and posh airlines

With some vixen chicks and some rare wine

And soon radio spins got me balling off of this air time

I’m in Amsterdam with some day ones

Dutch girl telling me she smoke marijuana and bay rum

Told me to live for the day cos we’re getting older and the days young

Said I should phone her when the days done

It’s either she a heart donor or a heart smoker word

She gon' pop it for me, then she gon' drop it for me

She gon' pop it for me, then she gon' drop it for me

She gonna pop it for me, then she gon' drop it for me

My niggas like when your shit dropping Homie?

I tell em call it loud, I just keep it lowkey yeah ya know me

I tell em call it loud, I just keep it lowkey yeah ya know me

I tell em call it loud, I just keep it lowkey yeah ya know me