My Language lyrics

by

John Wolf


[Verse 1]
Someone tell me, why they acting new?
I always been me, yeah, that's the truth
Cut my ties with fakes, yeah, that’s a suit, yeah
'Cause ain't no telling what that cash will do
I got money on the way
I think they know now
But I ain’t hearing what they say
'Cause I won't slow down
Like, boy, I'm really on a wave
I need a boathouse
Had to say goodbye to snakes, yeah
My grass is mowed now

[Chorus]
My homies with me, yeah, b*tch, you know who I came with
She f*cking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these f*ckboys wanna be me on some lame sh*t
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
My homies with me, yeah, b*tch, you know who I came with
She f*cking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these f*ckboys wanna be me on some lame sh*t
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language

[Verse 2]
They watching for me like a new season
I only do this for two reasons
I love this music, this sh*t is my life
Write my lyrics in braille so that you feel it
Tell these b*tches I’ma make it, aye
Look in the mirror and face it, aye
I tell the truth when I’m up in the booth
You are a mannequin, why are you faking? Aye
I just be spitting that real
Fakes lying for the masses
b*tches saying that they love me
But they lying up on my mattress, yeah
I should be out on a tour, yeah
Flying around with my atlas
My old b*tch calling me a prick, but I'm sharp as sh*t like a cactus
I don’t need anymore practice, yeah
Ducking on them like I'm Baptist, yeah
Balling like it's March Madness, yeah
[?]like an actress, yeah
I feel like Bieber 'cause I really love my buzz, yeah
I feel like Tampa ’cause I really love my bucks, yeah
[Chorus]
My homies with me, yeah, b*tch, you know who I came with
She f*cking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these f*ckboys wanna be me on some lame sh*t
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
My homies with me, yeah, b*tch, you know who I came with
She f*cking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these f*ckboys wanna be me on some lame sh*t
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language

[Verse 3]
If you ain't bout the cake, you do it wrong, yeah
If you ain't on my side then it's your loss, yeah
Dirt broke, man, I had to make a way, yeah
That's why I been working every day

[Chorus]
My homies with me, yeah, b*tch, you know who I came with
She f*cking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these f*ckboys wanna be me on some lame sh*t
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
My homies with me, yeah, b*tch, you know who I came with
She f*cking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these f*ckboys wanna be me on some lame sh*t
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
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