BOBO - Wingy

Sometimes I think I’m overpaid

But can’t complain

That money coming every day, and every way

Yeah I think that I’m losing pace, but can’t complain

Like how the way I feel no pain, it’s numbed away

Money talks, then listen

Suite life, no Tipton

I hit it once, then I’m dippin

These iPhones, I’m flippin

I knew I was different

They said I was trippin'

They said I was trippin'

They said I was trippin'

Head in the clouds, day dream about somethin'

WiNGY got them speakers bussin'

Heartbeat fast, his blood is pumpin

And he got these girlies blushin'

Psychadelics, from a Russian

Mind is fast, my mind is jumpin'

Hooptie fast, pull up I’m gunnin'

I love the me, that I’m becoming

Link up with the gang, what we on about?

Thinking ways to get paid, generational wealth

Boxes of Backwoods, fucking up my health

Each blunt full of top-shelf, no nothing else

Smoking the ZaZa, pull it out the pound

Empty Soju bottles, laying on the ground

Lazy Susan, spin the dim-sum around

When it comes to my gang, we eatin' family style

We splittin plates, as we split a plate

On the BQE, I don’t hesitate

Fuck a bitch, my dreams only thing I chase

Dreamin about the day, whole gang getting paid

Hop on a PJ, in our PJ’s as we all eating PB & J

Life’s not easy, hope these songs gon heal me

Give me a chance, to see better days

(God Damn!)

Sometimes I think I’m overpaid

But can’t complain

That money coming every day, and every way

Yeah I think that I’m losing pace, but can’t complain

Like how the way I feel no pain, it’s numbed away

Cause all this work ain’t gon flip it self (ay!)

No 9−5, I’m a trapstar in these sales (ay!)

Straight «Gucci Belt», like WiNGY movin' stealth (ay!!!)

Peep my moves, *Mess up*

(Aww fuck, that bar was is so hard.)

Too many times I was down

Struggling, had to get out

But now I got drip, you gon' drown

I went from Dimos to Pounds

Money machines hear them sounds

You know my team be around

Overpaid, I’m in them routes

I see money, ain’t a doubt

I count them bigger amounts

I get the M’s and I’m out

I ain’t complaining much now

Ooo

(Ooo, ooo, ooo)