Tiied by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you fuck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them shits is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little bitch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-fuckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-fuckin' tii-tiied
[Verse 1]
I want somebody to hump me
But dammit, I got the munchies
Don't wanna play in no crunchy
Two finger check, Easter bunny
But wait a minute, it takes a minute, I done just got tired
Tryna leave now thinking was this even worth the drive?
To the dealership, all of this paperwork got me tiied
Brand new fucking Porsche Panamera, ain't even got no miles
And like my whip, SHADESRECORDS, yea I built the shit
Nino Brown, *"betta mind yo' own business bitch!"*
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you fuck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them shits is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little bitch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-fuckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-fuckin' tii-tiied
[Verse 2]
Smoking this shit, I'm choking, I-I think I got the wacky pack
I be on the drugs not condoning, not to boast or brag
I'm just letting you, bringing truth up to the front door
I got the pedal to the floor screamin' go, go, go
Motherfucker GO! Hit it just like a head collision
Didn't I tell you, not to take yo' head and put it in that damn
Boy, it was your decision, mess it up just like iTunes
Tryna be like copy, but do not have the same software that ypu do
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you fuck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them shits is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little bitch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-fuckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-fuckin' tii-tiied
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you fuck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them shits is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little bitch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-fuckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-fuckin' tii-tiied
[Verse 1]
I want somebody to hump me
But dammit, I got the munchies
Don't wanna play in no crunchy
Two finger check, Easter bunny
But wait a minute, it takes a minute, I done just got tired
Tryna leave now thinking was this even worth the drive?
To the dealership, all of this paperwork got me tiied
Brand new fucking Porsche Panamera, ain't even got no miles
And like my whip, SHADESRECORDS, yea I built the shit
Nino Brown, *"betta mind yo' own business bitch!"*
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you fuck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them shits is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little bitch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-fuckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-fuckin' tii-tiied
[Verse 2]
Smoking this shit, I'm choking, I-I think I got the wacky pack
I be on the drugs not condoning, not to boast or brag
I'm just letting you, bringing truth up to the front door
I got the pedal to the floor screamin' go, go, go
Motherfucker GO! Hit it just like a head collision
Didn't I tell you, not to take yo' head and put it in that damn
Boy, it was your decision, mess it up just like iTunes
Tryna be like copy, but do not have the same software that ypu do
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you fuck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them shits is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little bitch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-fuckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-fuckin' tii-tiied