TROUBLE - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(twentythree, listen to twentythree)

Yeah, you, you taught me not to love, yeah

You taught me not to trust

And I learned to stick to me, yeah

And that money, that's a must, yeah

[Verse]

I’m too geeked, I can't even fuck you

And you just tryna get me in trouble

It's so clear what you been up to

And I ain't even tryna burst your bubble

I'm in a condo, so high up, yeah

I pop one, tryna get higher, yeah

She hit the stash, she wanna get flyer, yeah

She needs some Rick just to earn my love

Rockin' Rick every time I'm in the club, yeah

I'm rockin' Rick, and this Ferragamo, yeah, I mix em up

And the bands, and I push it off the lot ain’t gotta rush

Bands, and I push up on it just to feel the rush

Hit her friend, yeah, sorry, babygirl, I was a slut

Yeah, I hit her friend, sorry, but you didn't show love

Didn’t show ass

I’m on X, I’m on gas

I’mma leave you in the past, got a new ho, yeah

I been countin' all my racks

I been throwin' money fast

I'm sippin' on some dirty, got me slow-mo

She want me hit her from the front, want me hit her from the back

If I call you after? Shit, I don’t know

Yeah, it's Japanese this, yeah, Italy that

Yeah, only foreign shit on my clothes