Simple!

Lyrics

Ha, woah, woah, woah
 Woah, woah, woah, woah
 Man, I just might pull a Weiland, then go buy a fuckin' missile
 Okay, you brought your gang, well, we got a couple extra pistols
 This ho can't get off my dick, it's like she got a fuckin' fistful
 They like, "Wick, how you do that?" But really it's so fuckin' simple
 I been double my net worth, but now I'm tryna watch it triple
 I been crazy for so long, it's kinda hard to keep me civil
 I ain't been to church in years, forgive me, Lord, know I'm a sinner
 They can't keep up with the wave so now they gotta ride the ripples
 (They can't keep up with the wave, they gotta ride the ripples)
 (No, they can't keep up with the wave, no)
 They can't keep up with the wave, so now they gotta ride the ripples
 Lil' nigga keep talkin' down, best believe we come and get you
 .45, it's gon' chase him down, yeah, I bet that fuckin' hit you
 Man, I just might pull a Weiland, then go buy a fuckin' missile
 Okay, you brought your gang, well, we got a couple extra pistols
 This ho can't get off my dick, it's like she got a fuckin' fistful
 They like, "Wick, how you do that?" But really it's so fuckin' simple
 These niggas wanna be me, they wanna be like the official
 Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I'm a money symbol
 (Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I'm a money symbol)
 (Seven bands in a week, I feel like I'm a money symbol)
 All I know is money, nigga, ching, ching
 Hundred racks, to me that ain't a thing, thing
 Bitch, I feel like Wayne, nigga, bling, bling
 New light on the Glock and that bitch green, green
 Say he sippin' Wock', he sippin' green, green
 In love with success, yeah, I'm a fiend, fiend
 Baby, these Balenciaga jeans, jeans
 I could spend a bag, won't mean a thing, thing
 I could spend some bands, won't mean a thing, thing
 I could spend it all, won't mean a thing, thing
 I'ma get it all back, what you think, think?
 I'ma get it all back, what you think?
 Man, I just might pull a Weiland, then go buy a fuckin' missile
 Okay, you brought your gang, well, we got a couple extra pistols
 This ho can't get off my dick, it's like she got a fuckin' fistful
 They like, "Wick, how you do that?" But really it's so fuckin' simple
 These niggas wanna be me, they wanna be like the official
 Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I'm a money symbol
 (Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I'm a money symbol)
 (Seven bands in a week, I feel like I'm a money symbol)
 Ha, woah, woah, woah, woah
 

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Duration
03:03
Key
1
Tempo
146 BPM

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