Glow Up - NAV

Double G buckle tucked under my shirt

I taste Codeine when I burp

I bought a Bentley forgot it insured

You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves

What would I do if the music ain’t work?

If I turn my trap phone off will it still chirp?

I couldn’t tell nouns from a verb

But I could sell wings to a bird

I could sell tags to a shirt

Askin' me if you got tickets for sure

I don’t know, I’m not sure

You just got hit with the curve

I didn’t know that pill was yours

Said that she don’t got no boyfriend, but sure

I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv

Open the legs, so I had to insert

Make my own beats, and I write my own words

Cash found a diamond, tucked under the dirt

I blew my third cheque in second in first

Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first

Me and body goin' half on the chicken

First we sell it, then we splittin' the difference

I don’t got no time to waste on no bitches

Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green

I think I need me a money machine

I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me

Waist 30,.240 tucked in my jeans

Won’t forget when no one cared about me

Talkin' but they don’t know shit about me

Mad I’m the person they wanted to be

This ain’t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf

Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt

Nobody fuckin' with XO for sure

Your label’s new artist is really a nerd

Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur

Shootin' shit up, better act like you heard

Before I tell, I’mma go to jail first

Drivin' on Xannies, I might hit the curb

Valentino on my shoes and my shirt

She ain’t want me back when I wanted her

I’m from the Rex, but the Southside my turf

Had to think twice when I ordered dessert

Now I order my homies the surf with the turf

Take a full addy, with a half perc

It’s the brown boy that made it happen first

Look at me zoomin' my Rari, skrt-skrt

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green

I think I need me a money machine

I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me

Waist 30,.240 tucked in my jeans

Won’t forget when no one cared about me

Talkin' but they don’t know shit about me

Mad I’m the person they wanted to be

This ain’t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me