WRONG Lyrics

You ain't wrong

You said I was going to fold on you

You called it

Now I got many bitches

I got options

Just because you know a nigga poppin'

All these bitches in LA

Man they wanna fuck just for the fame

(Man they wanna fuck just for the fame now)

You know how it get, they know my name

Sometimes this shit never ever change

But you know how a nigga flexin'

I had like ten hoes up in my section

But I had kicked them out, they had me vexed man

Sometimes I don't want all this attention

I'm just too focused on making them investments

Why these niggas on me, why they testing

Man, I don't need no bitch, I'm busy flexing

But I fly all my bitches to the west end

(To the Westside)

But you ain't wrong

You said I was a dog, yeah yeah you called it

And now I got some bitches, I got options

(Now I got option)

But it still feel too empty, I gotta stop it

So you ain't wrong, ah

Said you wanna keep me by your side

I just gotta Ghost

So just hop up in a ride

Money don't heal pain, but this shit just feel nice

Yeah it nice, feel nice I cop it when I want

Head out to the shop and

Then I drop it when I want

Got a Gucci bag and then I hop it when I want

Out the Rolls, nigga

You know we just pop up how we want

West coast

Eastside, niggas taking flights

Southside, Miami beach

Yeah we catch a vibe

(Issa vibe)

Catch a vibe

Ah

I'm just living life, and a nigga cannot see me

I just had a cop the ice

Yeah yeah I'm dripping VVs

I just live the night life

I cannot do the cameras

I just need a bitch around me looking like a dancer

Told you slide

We can do it how you want

Baby I got bands

I ain't putting up a front

I'm just in the hills

Yeah I do what I want

I'm just in the hills, so just slide if you want

(In the hills)

(Yeah a young nigga in the hills)

(Ah)