Aaliyah

[Verse 1: Dominic Fike]
I started in my mind, I'm tryna find the peace and the quiet
And I move like a beast in the wild, ain't feast in a while
Tryna get the peace of D, nigga jump high ya bleed
Give me the money with my guala
And I brought a .22 for your problem
Nigga, holla if there's anything wrong
Pull up with the mexi like I'm fuckin' standin' guard
And it ain't none niggas say about me
My nigga, we ain't talkin', ooh
Movin' through the town plottin', uh
Fruity-tootie niggas watchin'
Coolin', coolin' with my team now
Boot it, boot it up a notch
Boot it, boot it up a notch
Coolin', coolin' with my team now
Told all my niggas, "No problem, don't worry, don't worry, I got ya"
Ayy, cool, cool and collect my paper, yeah
Toodeloo, all these bitches are gettin' ghosted
Who would've knew all these niggas was dick-riders?
Move to move to the booth and I get roasted
I need that guala on me daily
I keep a dollar if you holla for the wave, woah, save me
I've been chillin', gettin' fat, day
Them other niggas gettin' wasted, my nigga, you just wasted
Thought I thought it over, I think I'm overthinking
I thought I started over, she had more to drink
And you just bought a phone but she ain't in no phonebook
Like I be in my notebook, I don't care (Swipe)

[Chorus: Seno]
Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
They ain't ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
Still gon' get this paper
Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
No, they don't ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
Still gon' get this paper, yeah

[Verse 2: Seno]
Yeah-yeah, go on, take a light to this puppy
Seen with the scene lookin' like what you sippin'
Lean with the Beam is what a nigga mixin'
Itchin' like a fiend, what you grippin'?
Brought the [?] on the bus, little bud, where you trippin'?
Will it be the new kid on the block
With the new knot up in his sock, lock up on his flop
Finna pop like Pac in the '90s
Thinkin' what you thinkin', what you feelin' like
Go on bring a Nike
Everybody wanna act like it, lyrically you blinded
Fuck it, what you talkin' bout
Go and run your mouth all you want
Put the fuckin' pussy in the swamp
Back up in the booth with a dude, loose, chillin' in my boots
Tell my nigga Dom, "Go on pass me the fuckin' Goose"
Bottle slide up in the Boom-Boom room
Doin' line of the booty off my new boo
Boo-who knew what is is for?
All this fuckin' gold on my body got me feelin' like Slick Rick back in '85
Funny how the stories you been tellin' me
Don't really jive with your lie
Pussy niggas gonna put your pride aside
And just admit, all you motherfuckers been a fan of mine
Never been no kin of mine, never been no kin of mine
What it is for, one more time put that line on the line
What're they holdin'?
Yeah, your bitch in the Backhouse, bawling
Eyes wide open, no, no
Thought what you thought
What you lost 'cause you thought that your head, what
Oh, here we go now

[Chorus: Seno]
Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
They ain't ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
Still gon' get this paper
Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
No, they don't ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
Still gon' get this paper, yeah

[Refrain: Seno]
Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
Never faze us, still gon' get this paper
Still won't get this paper

[Outro: Sampled]
Dude! That was like, what the fuck, bro. Like, I ain't even know that was like you, man. Like, it totally sounds like a real song