Close To Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Ajaks, this a banger)

[Chorus]
They can't put it down the way I put it down, it's over with (Hmm)
Told him that his b*tch head fire, he went and told the b*tch (Hmm)
Serve him, he might die and I'm gon' lie like I ain't sold him sh*t
She think I'm rich because I flashed a fifty, I ain't even showed her sh*t
Hmm, n*ggas keep on askin' 'bout the Charger, lil' bro totaled it
Why you keep callin' me big bro and you old as me?
It's gon' cost at least a twenty to get close to me
I'm turnt up, but I ain't turnt up as I'm 'posed to be

[Verse]
Hmm, and if I told you what I made, you probably wouldn't believe me
Huh, if it weren't for Instagram, you probably wasn't gon' see me
Huh, my son gon' stunt just like his daddy, yeah, just like Weezy
Hmm, boy, my watch worth like a forty, let me roll my sleeve up
In the gym workin' on my skills, b*tch, I don't need luck
Whew, I'm like whew, huh, huh, then get back on defense
Huh, you was playin' rich as hell, n*gga, where your cheese went?
Huh, n*gga, when you rich as hell, you don't really need friends
Tryna make that money last forever, huh, you just like Keith Sweat
I get direct deposit, baby, I don't need checks
That's another hundred thousand, achoo, I just sneezed in it
Huh, I can rake a half a ticket like a pile of leaves, huh
I hit Iceman Nick, me and him playin' freeze tag
Hmm, I got IG models in here eatin' di*k, they gon' need some knee pads
Your face card good like this, n*gga, you don't need cash
Now I'm with this scammer b*tch, she punchin' like a speed bag
Vrr, vrr, vrr when I speed past
Lil' bro hop out, walk him down, he don't need the mask
Huh, she know to give that pus*y up, no, I don't need to ask
I'm walkin' out of Educators, I don't need no bag
Huh, or no envelope
I don't try to hide it, I put it in they face, these n*ggas broke
Every time they gave me a chance, I went and did the most, huh
Let's call our accountant, let's see who spend the most, huh
You n*ggas better check the score, let's see who bend the most, hmm
Lil' bro probably in a striker, I'm probably in a Ghost
Somewhere 'cross state lines, I'm tryna get the dope
I got a crazy mix, I don't want nobody 'round me when I hit the dope
Hmm, you p*ss me off, I tell you I'm outside, you better hit the floor
Hmm, you take too long to bring your ass outside, then we gon' hit the door
I been needin' oil changes, n*gga, I been hittin' the road
Solid yellow Cuban on my neck, look like a
Hmm, pot of gold, I'm at Pappadeaux
I got all type of hoes, b*tch, you know what I'm worth? Lock the door
If you ain't got the paper, b*tch, I gots to go
I'll see you later, baby, I ain't mean to stop the show
[Chorus]
They can't put it down the way I put it down, it's over with (Hmm)
Told him that his b*tch head fire, he went and told the b*tch (Hmm)
Serve him, he might die and I'm gon' lie like I ain't sold him sh*t
She think I'm rich because I flashed a fifty, I ain't even showed her sh*t
Hmm, n*ggas keep on askin' 'bout the Charger, lil' bro totaled it
Why you keep callin' me big bro and you old as me?
It's gon' cost at least a twenty to get close to me
I'm turnt up, but I ain't turnt up as I'm 'posed to be (Ajaks, this a banger)