Way Too Serious Songtext
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Way Too Serious Songtext
Yeah, look
You niggas I pity really been draining my energy
Quit with the faking, blatant mistaken identities
Quit with the hating, taking offense to my inner peace
Why is your mouth all over my lower extremities?
Why is your spouse over here pouring up Hennessy? (Why?)
She know the house got a roof, pool, and amenities (Uh-huh)
She wanna bounce in a new coupe, lapped up with
Ten other fat butt bitches in black trucks (Skrrt)
She on demons, she want that semen (Uh-huh)
If I dive in that ocean, bet she gon′ be fiending (Haha)
She gon' die, she don′t know that my shoulder anemic
Two fingers to you (Peace), answer me this, baby
Tell me, what's it to you?
Money and fame
What's it to you?
Watches and chains
What′s it to you?
Cars and clothes
What′s it to you?
Cribs and the— (Ho, ho!)
You take it way too serious
Who knew you'd get this far?
You take it way too serious (Yeah)
Don′t forget who you...
Ah, nigga, you a star, you done set the bar
Set the play, niggas in the way, we gon' leave him scarred
If he start, he play with the bread, we gon′ have his head
Igabot, you don't need the crib, you don′t need the car
You ain't gotta be no gangster, be claiming that you hot (Nah)
Acting like you was Satan or dominating the charts
We know this shit is pain, ain't for the faintness of heart (It ain′t)
What you going through and change could be just seconds apart (Right)
Niggas going through the same, you ain′t the only one in it
Stop looking at the 'Gram, they only post when they winning (Right)
Stop holding niggas′ hand, they gon' get it when they get it
You don′t own no other man that wasn't there to begin it (Facts)
You don′t own nobody, period, fuck whatever they theory is (Fuck 'em)
They criterias don't need the plush leather interiors
Fuck materials, only do this if you love it (Love it)
Don′t be scared to live within your budget
Tell me, what′s it to you?
Money and fame
What's it to you?
Watches and chains
What′s it to you?
Cars and clothes
What's it to you?
Cribs and the— (Ho, ho!)
You take it way too serious
Who knew you′d get this far?
You take it way too serious
Don't forget who you...
May not be too much, that′s alright
That's alright with me
Could be just enough, that's alright
That′s alright with me
You niggas I pity really been draining my energy
Quit with the faking, blatant mistaken identities
Quit with the hating, taking offense to my inner peace
Why is your mouth all over my lower extremities?
Why is your spouse over here pouring up Hennessy? (Why?)
She know the house got a roof, pool, and amenities (Uh-huh)
She wanna bounce in a new coupe, lapped up with
Ten other fat butt bitches in black trucks (Skrrt)
She on demons, she want that semen (Uh-huh)
If I dive in that ocean, bet she gon′ be fiending (Haha)
She gon' die, she don′t know that my shoulder anemic
Two fingers to you (Peace), answer me this, baby
Tell me, what's it to you?
Money and fame
What's it to you?
Watches and chains
What′s it to you?
Cars and clothes
What′s it to you?
Cribs and the— (Ho, ho!)
You take it way too serious
Who knew you'd get this far?
You take it way too serious (Yeah)
Don′t forget who you...
Ah, nigga, you a star, you done set the bar
Set the play, niggas in the way, we gon' leave him scarred
If he start, he play with the bread, we gon′ have his head
Igabot, you don't need the crib, you don′t need the car
You ain't gotta be no gangster, be claiming that you hot (Nah)
Acting like you was Satan or dominating the charts
We know this shit is pain, ain't for the faintness of heart (It ain′t)
What you going through and change could be just seconds apart (Right)
Niggas going through the same, you ain′t the only one in it
Stop looking at the 'Gram, they only post when they winning (Right)
Stop holding niggas′ hand, they gon' get it when they get it
You don′t own no other man that wasn't there to begin it (Facts)
You don′t own nobody, period, fuck whatever they theory is (Fuck 'em)
They criterias don't need the plush leather interiors
Fuck materials, only do this if you love it (Love it)
Don′t be scared to live within your budget
Tell me, what′s it to you?
Money and fame
What's it to you?
Watches and chains
What′s it to you?
Cars and clothes
What's it to you?
Cribs and the— (Ho, ho!)
You take it way too serious
Who knew you′d get this far?
You take it way too serious
Don't forget who you...
May not be too much, that′s alright
That's alright with me
Could be just enough, that's alright
That′s alright with me
Writer(s): Unknown Writer(s), Philip Adeniran Adetumbi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
