What You Say

(**** what they say)

I done made it out the storm

(Shit, you know I did)

Check my bank, I made no [?] (I can't)

I can't take no break, I'm way too young

I won't count a baby down, oh

Try takin' anythin' to keep my sane, I've been hustlin'

I been grindin' hard on my momma

Soul actin' lame, with my main I've been fussin'

I got too much money for these problems

I won't take these drugs with my friends, ah

I got all these hoes, all these clothes in my crib

I ****ed on them both, yes, I did, ya

You can't trust these hoes, I won't hold you, that's what it is, yeah

Huh, I trap out, draco in my peacoat

I need some right here, ***** nigga get killed, ah

Play around with these niggas, dead wrong

(**** what they say)

I done made it out the storm

(Shit, you know I did)

Check my bank, I made no [?] (I can't)

I can't take no break, I'm way too young

I won't count a baby down, oh

Pull up to this party, not for fun

Make sure I stand on money tall

Know that I look nice enough for someone

Freezer, I might leave it with lil' shawty

All this drama, baby, I'm too rich for that

All these commas, like I'm an aristocrat

In Bahamas, posted with my ***** with that

Say that you want problems?

It's no problem, we got shit for that

Windows tinted, whip is all black

And my credit card lookin' all packed

I'm with your *****, told me she want all action

Hit it once, but it don't matter

I don't really care 'bout what the blogs say

'Cause my momma good and my dawgs straight

I know if you could, you'd be on the same

I'm in Hollywood, gettin' all faded, I swear

I can't take breaks, I'm too young

Strip club, throwin' up dubs

You can't tell me none

Two hundred in my cup

I was paid to be in this club

No I don't do shit for fun

(**** what they say)

I done made it out the storm

(Shit, you know I did)

Check my bank, I made no [?] (I can't)

I can't take no break, I'm way too young

I won't count a baby down, oh

Pull up to this party, not for fun

Make sure I stand on money tall

Know that I look nice enough for someone

Freezer, I might leave it with lil' shawty

[Verse 3: Post Malone]

It's gotten cold, I want that ice [?] on

Tommy fold, give somethin' they can copy off

Talk slow, I'm super sweet but choppa low

That chain you gave her on, she told me "**** the diamonds off"

I did, I'm poppin' off and I can't never pop off

Hey, I can let my baby rockin' Ricky knockoffs

Hey, my body's gonna start and maybe spin that block up

Hey, fishtail off that lot and chop chop-chop-your top off

I can't do this alone, she [?]

If you say you will follow me too, I'd be happy with you

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

(**** what they say)

I done made it out the storm

(Shit, you know I did)

Check my bank, I made no [?] (I can't)

I can't take no break, I'm way too young

I won't count a baby down, oh

Pull up to this party, not for fun

Makin' sure I stand, my money tall

Know that I look nice enough for someone

Freezer, I might leave it with lil' shawty