Metro Boomin - My Collection lyrics

[Intro] I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell you truth Ain't playin' count em' You wanna come to paradise? Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? Haha [Verse 1] She told me she was an angel She f**ed two rappers and three singers She got a few athletes on speed dial I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial And these codeine habits ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child All these cameras on, f**in' with my mood, wild And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud They know damn well this wasn't promised I know damn well this must be karma Left every pair of Margielas at the condo Technically I never packed up and leave Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep And I got this bad ting at disposal I cooked it up and then I went global My baby mama push a Range Rover Had to make sure I got it fully loaded Can't be the one and then you get exposed If you the one, then God will let me know But at the same time, I like to vibe with one I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one And I had to 'splain to her last night Had to send this one freak on the last flight Had to send this one freak on the last flight [Chorus] Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection [Verse 2] Standin' on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock Icin' out the clock, watch, b**hes on my co*k Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah We get in our feelings, yeah I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere And hell no it ain't about no braggin' rights But even if it was, sh** I got it Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti She told me she was an angel She f**ed two rappers and three singers I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you I got this jawn, she know what to do with me And right now I don't know what to do with you I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you She caught a red eye, leavin' L.A I shoulda gave her to the valet And I had to tell her 'bout Miami After she came with no panty [Chorus] Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection