Young $age - Focus lyrics

Intro (D1): Yeah I'm sick and tired of these n***as talking 'bout this, talking 'bout that f** Rudy, show these f** n***as what's up man Rudy Bloor: It's that man you love to hate Man your lady rate I don't take the bait Slide through, baby skate Get it, never wait Smoother than my paint Claim you're moving weight With your empty plate Verse 1: Oh my God, oh my God Truck, sedan and got a coupe My English homie saying that I should put it in the boot Stop rapping your bullsh** Stop saying that you gon' shoot We're the only ones right here that's doing what they say they do Yes, they on that flow; running b**hes out the ho-tel I just see you pussies, not too confident you won't tell We just speak the truth, all our stories on a parallel How the f** she yours, she pa**ed around like a carousel Hook: No girl, do not tell me that you love me All I need to focus on, is just getting to this money, yeah No girl, do not tell me that you love me All I need to focus on, is just getting to this money, yeah These f** boys, man they love to talk about me But they'll never talk around me, worried that they might get slapped out These f** boys, man they love to talk about me But they'll never talk around me, worried that they might get slapped out Verse 2: Don't need to talk this money sh** But y'all just always wanna talk about it I tell the truth, the whole truth I don't ever need to walk around it Say I'm a rich cracker, parents cash, say I'm from 'Sauga road Like we wasn't scraping up bus fare Heating the house up with a stove Police came, but I never froze Courthouse, I got front rows Homies in the bin, no pillows Yo, yo, was a Y.O Homeless man outside of Bloor Fell asleep, yeah on that vent That was on my first day of work Made me go, like clockwork Pre hook: 1-7-4-5 Bloor street b**h, we don't need no lottery for us to go get rich (Get rich!) I'm from Bloor street b**h, we don't need no lottery for us to go get rich (Get rich!) Hook: No girl, do not tell me that you love me All I need to focus on, is just getting to this money, yeah No girl, do not tell me that you love me All I need to focus on, is just getting to this money, yeah These f** boys, man they love to talk about me But they'll never talk around me, worried that they might get slapped out These f** boys, man they love to talk about me But they'll never talk around me, worried that they might get slapped out Bridge: Hold this dick back, I got her pouting I could crush a deal for that powder You flip 8 balls, I got the power Leave my gold on when I go shower Hold this dick back, I got her pouting I could crush a deal for that powder You flip 8 balls, I got the power Leave my gold on when I go shower I should (I should) I should I should candy dip the rims, pull the team like the swisher smoke Only sweet tings, beat tings are not permissible Pop that Xanax You was supposed to sell Pop that Percocet Bring you out of hell Your b**h went to the cops She swore she'd never tell Police kick the door f** a door bell Hook: No girl, do not tell me that you love me All I need to focus on, is just getting to this money, yeah No girl, do not tell me that you love me All I need to focus on, is just getting to this money, yeah These f** boys, man they love to talk about me But they'll never talk around me, worried that they might get slapped out These f** boys, man they love to talk about me But they'll never talk around me, worried that they might get slapped out Outro: Slapped out, slapped out, b**h you gon' get slapped out Slapped out, slapped out, b**h you gon' get slapped out