What Can I Say?

What Can I Say-
CHORUS 1:

What can I say
They hate but they smile in my face
8 mill on the gram she's got fans
She’s with me got a live in the A
You like your ones no decorum
I like my ones pretty and paid
I didn’t get this shit from a hand out
I had shit planned out
worked like a slave
VERSE 1:
I’m with her and her friends getting lit
I can’t post that shit on my main
Try slowly turn off the headlights
And jump out put him to shame
But it’s not fate when they leave us alone
Anything fatal we get the blame
Anything opp get k
Anything opp get k
VERSE 2:
The bussdown make me look rich
But I’m in love with the plain
I ain’t spoke to my bro in long but he knows that the love’s the same
I got one from the 9 like Wayne and one from the 6 like Drake
Life’s kind of changed I got rich n***a problems
Love start turning to hate
VERSE 3:
They wanna know how much money I make
They wanna know if young and I’m paid
They wanna know if I sponsored the block
They wanna know what I done on the mains
I got a cutie that’s peng like Ashley
I want a north it’s coz of the fame
She told me that my ting’s different
I wanna know if it’s coz of the chains
CHORUS 2:
What can I say
They hate but they smile in my face
8 mill on the gram she got fans
She’s with me got her live in the A
You like your ones no decorum
I like my ones pretty and paid

I didn’t get this shit from a hand out
I had shit planned out
worked like a slave
VERSE 4:
At 19 made me a 50
It gave me some leverage
It ain’t much but I pat myself on the back
I was straight out the trenches
Come round there with your chains on
My young bulls take that in seconds
It’s like ever since I got to the bag
They feel like I lost the aggression
VERSE 5:
These LVs cost me a racker
Jacket cost me a QP
The shit that I seen on the streets is the shit that they see in the movies
I should be on a property hunt but I’m out tryna cop me a new piece
And I gotta protect myself coz feds wanna lock me and opps wanna do me
VERSE 6:
don’t play with it
We came with it
You don’t want this life, I’m made for it
Bros on form like Saka
He’s really tryna hit man’s brains with it
Sleep with it
Bathe with it
I don’t trust no one it’s bookey
I feel like everyone’s faking it
I see it
I want it
I pay for it
CHORUS 3:
What can I say
They hate but they smile in my face
8 mill on the gram she got fans
She’s with me got a live in the A
You like your ones no decorum
I like my ones pretty and paid
I didn’t get this shit from a hand out
I had shit planned out
worked like a slave