Alex Wiley - Thug Angel lyrics

(Verse 1) Chasin fame, chasin money Got a lil name n***as tryna take it from me sh** is gettin to me I can't even stunt Swinging for the fences n***as tryna make me bunt My innocence and my youth Just disappeared in this booth Poof Ridin round in that coupe tryna keep my pockets on Bruce Bruce You don't like how I do? Tru Peace out my n***a, deuce deuce Honeys go cause my money swole I'm eatin honey combs and cous cous You don't give a f** I don't give a f** neither Ridin round Cashin Out smokin on Keisha Hey nice to meet ya no way that I need ya No Waiving the fees I get paid for the features Shut the f** up Lil n***a You don't really want it wit these Ville n***as, n***a We don't give a f** bout nothin Them lame a** n***as tryna push my bu*tons but fu*k IT Rollin up, we gon get high tonight She said "You gon be so damn famous" sh**, you probably right Couple b**hes wit me, they look like the molly type All a real Ville n***a need is the money and the chain Wit the top down screamin out money ain't a thang (Hook) Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Chillin wit The Village, if u see a n***a holler Tryna cop some Mo Purp Lemme hold a dollar X2 Club "Wiley" X8 (Verse 2) Titties in my phone From a b**h that is not my b**h Hey b**h, come tickle my privates Living life like it's YOLO on my eyelids Then it's bye-bye b**h Back to the trap I go n***as real cold at the rap, I know Pimp suit and a cane, if she lacks my dough Baby powder in my hand I'mma smack my hoes (Hook) Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Chillin wit The Village if u see a n***a holler Tryna cop some Mo Purp Lemme get a dollar X2 Club "Wiley" X8 #s**It