Can’t You Be lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Hitmaka
Yeah

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Give me all the pretty women form Pasadena to Medina
Conway get in between you, then peep the prognosis
We pop toast and pop corks of the most expensive champagne
Post where Malibu Coast is (Talk to 'em)
Grab you by the waist, I'm pullin' you closer
f*ck on you good, the way I'm supposed to
Yeah, I make the bands your man can't make
Baby girl, I just wanna make sure you straight
Real n*gga sh*t, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Okay, I got a rich n*gga mindset
But still I'm with a bad b*tch out the projects
And we been outside, n*ggas talkin' nonsense
They bettin' on my downfall, got them upset
Plus n*ggas in the city really on that fly sh*t
Five hundred on a Richie, cost more than my car, yeah
Double pipes on the foreign, baby, I'm exhausted
n*ggas think they on sh*t, but they lost it

[Post-Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh baby, can't you see? (Woo)
All this time, been temptin' me (Temptin' me)
Yeah, come close, get next to me
Come get the best of me (Woo, woo)
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Okay, I got a rich n*gga mindset
But still I'm with a bad b*tch out the projects
And we been outside, n*ggas talkin' nonsense
They bettin' on my downfall, got them upset
Plus n*ggas in the city really on that fly sh*t
Five hundred on a Richie, cost more than my car, yeah
Double pipes on the foreign, baby, I'm exhausted
n*ggas think they on sh*t, but they lost it

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, it's a Cullinan when I drive the Rolls (Hah)
And if it's pressure, lil' bro always got his pole (Cash)
You been my vibe for a minute and ain't nobody know (On the low, though)
b*tches post your pic, #BodyGoals, yeah (Ha)
Gettin' money like Diddy '97 (Cash)
Richest n*gga in my city, I'm a legend (Facts)
Uh, I be lickin' below your waist
And every time you not around, I miss how that pus*y taste, yeah (sh*t)

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Okay, I got a rich n*gga mindset
But still I'm with a bad b*tch out the projects
And we been outside, n*ggas talkin' nonsense
They bettin' on my downfall, got them upset
Plus n*ggas in the city really on that fly sh*t
Five hundred on a Richie, cost more than my car, yeah
Double pipes on the foreign, baby, I'm exhausted
n*ggas think they on sh*t, but they lost it
[Post-Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh baby, can't you see? (Woo)
All this time, been temptin' me (Temptin' me)
Yeah, come close, get next to me
Come get the best of me (Woo, woo)