Wingz

I heard you were trouble and you heard I was trouble

But your name is a wave washing over me

No games, just a slave to you totally

Cause I don't care what they say about you Virgo (I don't care!)

And you don't care what they say about me Virgo

But you know what they say about trouble

Pull me down if you want to and I hope that you want to

Cause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loud

You can show me where trouble goes

Tell me secrets only trouble knows

Cause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud

Went and got a hustle, put a muscle on it

Went and got a grip and put a muzzle on it

Nigga in that paint, I'm Bill Russell on it

Mulsanne with everything custom on it

Number one hits, got every bitch touching on him

Price of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don't ya?

Nigga, all that change ain't changed me

Cause my body full of lean tryna stay sleep

I done came up that black hole

And I popped up in that black robe

BET awards, Versace black robe

Four heaters up nigga that's a hot stove

Illuminati for that new Bugatti

Self made, who they ask when they ain't got it

Ten-mill' shield for this holy war

Catch chills, your own nigga

Kill you for this brick of raw

I want you to know that I've got your back

Even when the whole foundation seems cracked

Two punk kids up against the world

Yeah trouble, there goes trouble

We could be king and queen of the moonlight

Two young lovers and when the mood's right

You'll hear me say I want you

To pull me down if you want to

Don't bring your chair over here, nigga

Can't get a seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table, nigga

They say you can stand dolo, if you believe in something

Tell 'em: "fuck 'em all"

I'm riding dolo, knock the horse of your polo

Life's a bitch and your sister with Manolo

When your right hand done changed on you

Dope boy dreams, mansion and a Lambo

And all you get is cases lawyers can't handle

This grandaddy got me candid channels

Clean them bullets, loading choppers, grippin' handles

Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella, duckin' Rockefeller law

Beats from Rico Love, or a hundred from a RICO law

And all the blessings couldn't stop a bullet

When they creep on him, ski mask, black hoodie

LaFontaine by the post office

Hit him in the brain for a closed coffin

For a grand my lil man blow his nose off him

Hundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off him