Letra de Used 2 Be/Me
I can't believe it, can't believe it
Woah
Can't believe it, I can't believe it, nah
Woah
Can't believe it, I can't believe it, nah
Woah
Nah, for real
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah
Yeah, I just ran out of service, so, no, you can't call on me
Still runnin' laps 'round that boy, so he know he can't ball on me
Yeah, all that pressure been weighin' you down and you throwin' it all on me (Woah)
Ain't no point in sittin' around and reminiscin' how it used to be (Hey)
I don't think about it, how it used to be
Like, bitch, this Margiela my coat, I ain't freezin' no more, how I used to be (Woah)
Yeah, like, bitch, it's lil' Donny for sure, I make ten after ten and get back on the road (Woah)
It's just me and bitch in a Bentley Bentayga, roll up, then I'm swervin', swervin' (Woah)
In the fast lane, just keep mergin', mergin'
Yeah, like, don't get my motherfuckin' niggas to hop on your ass, you'll be screamin' out, "Murder"
I could pay off the bill, got a bag now, watch me switch up the verdict
That lil' bitch, she pull up to the trap and she nervous
Run that shit up, get that motherfucker crackin', lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Yeah, I'm sorry, expressin' the flash, she got diamonds, start addin' that shit (Yeah)
Yeah, Givenchy my coat and my shoes are Margiela, I really just throw that shit on on an accident
Yeah, I put that lil' ho in a five star, took that ho out the Radisson
And really them niggas gotta pay me, they be stealin' my swag and my cadence
Fly in that bitch, I'm like everybody, I don't walk around, I'd rather drive a Mercedes
And I'm really still like, "Fuck everybody," I don't play around, so ain't no point in persuadin'
Leave that bitch hangin' out, demonstrate it
We could spin through your block 'til it's vacant (Woah, go, go)
And this shit lookin' just how I illustrated
Look at all that shit that you innovated
Lifestyle got me feelin' like, "Woah"
We could run in your shit like we renovated
I ain't trippin' as long as my niggas made it
On the top and we feelin' like, “Woah”
Like I said, it ain't shit, how it used to be
So ain't no point in even reminiscin' how it used to be (Yeah)
In a whole 'nother fast car, this the same swag that it used to be
It's just DC The Don, I'm lil' Donny, get used to me
I just ran out of service, so, no, you can't call on me
Still runnin' laps 'round that boy, so he know he can't ball on me
Yeah, all that pressure been weighin' you down and you throwin' it all on me (Woah)
Ain't no point in sittin' around and reminiscin' how it used to be (Woah, woah, woah)
I don't think about it, how it used to be
Like, bitch, this Margiela my coat, I ain't freezin' no more, how I used to be
Yeah, like, bitch, it's lil' Donny for sure, I make ten after ten and get back on the road
It's just me and bitch in a Bentley Bentayga, roll up, then I'm swervin', swervin' (Woah)
Yeah
Nah, for real
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah
Yeah, I just ran out of service, so, no, you can't call on me
Still runnin' laps 'round that boy, so he know he can't ball on me
Yeah, all that pressure been weighin' you down and you throwin' it all on me (Woah)
Ain't no point in sittin' around and reminiscin' how it used to be (Hey)
I don't think about it, how it used to be
Like, bitch, this Margiela my coat, I ain't freezin' no more, how I used to be (Woah)
Yeah, like, bitch, it's lil' Donny for sure, I make ten after ten and get back on the road (Woah)
It's just me and bitch in a Bentley Bentayga, roll up, then I'm swervin', swervin' (Woah)
In the fast lane, just keep mergin', mergin'
Yeah, like, don't get my motherfuckin' niggas to hop on your ass, you'll be screamin' out, "Murder"
I could pay off the bill, got a bag now, watch me switch up the verdict
That lil' bitch, she pull up to the trap and she nervous
Run that shit up, get that motherfucker crackin', lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Yeah, I'm sorry, expressin' the flash, she got diamonds, start addin' that shit (Yeah)
Yeah, Givenchy my coat and my shoes are Margiela, I really just throw that shit on on an accident
Yeah, I put that lil' ho in a five star, took that ho out the Radisson
And really them niggas gotta pay me, they be stealin' my swag and my cadence
Fly in that bitch, I'm like everybody, I don't walk around, I'd rather drive a Mercedes
And I'm really still like, "Fuck everybody," I don't play around, so ain't no point in persuadin'
Leave that bitch hangin' out, demonstrate it
We could spin through your block 'til it's vacant (Woah, go, go)
And this shit lookin' just how I illustrated
Look at all that shit that you innovated
Lifestyle got me feelin' like, "Woah"
We could run in your shit like we renovated
I ain't trippin' as long as my niggas made it
On the top and we feelin' like, “Woah”
Like I said, it ain't shit, how it used to be
So ain't no point in even reminiscin' how it used to be (Yeah)
In a whole 'nother fast car, this the same swag that it used to be
It's just DC The Don, I'm lil' Donny, get used to me
I just ran out of service, so, no, you can't call on me
Still runnin' laps 'round that boy, so he know he can't ball on me
Yeah, all that pressure been weighin' you down and you throwin' it all on me (Woah)
Ain't no point in sittin' around and reminiscin' how it used to be (Woah, woah, woah)
I don't think about it, how it used to be
Like, bitch, this Margiela my coat, I ain't freezin' no more, how I used to be
Yeah, like, bitch, it's lil' Donny for sure, I make ten after ten and get back on the road
It's just me and bitch in a Bentley Bentayga, roll up, then I'm swervin', swervin' (Woah)
Yeah
