Focused Songtext
von Quavo
Focused Songtext
Oh, yeah
You know what I′m talkin' ′bout?
I did the keys, I did the keys
I swear to God, I did the keys
Ah, yeah, go
I must stay focused on (focused)
These big bankrolls, I can't (cash)
Can't trust these h-, no, no (no, no), mm-hmm
I must stay focused on (focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (cash)
Can′t trust these h-, no, no (no, no), no, no
I cannot trust these leeches (leech), I cannot trust these streets (sreets)
I cannot trust these b- (b-), I gotta trust on me (me)
I cannot tell my business, stretchin' out racks, no fitness (fitness)
Yeah, I swear we G.O.A.T.s (G.O.A.T.s) we need to go down in Guinness (uh)
I put the gang on my shoulders and carry on (gang, gang)
I put the strap on my shoulder and bring it home (bang, bang)
Haters be low-key fans and singin′ my songs (low-key)
I swear to God, if I see 'em in person, I′m doin' ′em wrong
I gotta stay focused, they pull out that camera, take pics (flash)
Every time I'm closin' my eyes, I′m seeing me runnin′ from pigs (12)
She don't speak or don′t talk, she shy, she needed something to get lit (don't speak)
You come in and f- up the vibe, we′re scratchin' your name off the list (scratch it)
Yeah, yeah, got my soul in this (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, then I told ′em this (yes sir)
Yeah, yeah, gotta stay focused (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, we don't fold, b- (yes sir)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can't (cash, woo)
Can′t trust these h-, no, no (can′t trust these h-, no, no)
(I can't trust these hoes)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (these big bankrolls, cash)
Can't trust these h-, no, no
(I can′t trust these h-, no, no), no, no, no, no
Yeah, Maybach too big, it can't fit in the driveway
I been f- her since Big Worm been on Friday
I been drippin′ hard on these h-, yeah, since MySpace (drip)
Takin' the top off the Benz, baby, taking the top off the Benz
If I pull up with your rent, baby (swear), you gotta swallow my kids, yeah
If I'm a dog, I′m a pit, baby, having fantasy love with a rich lady (ah)
I′m puttin' cum on her lips (yeah), she mad I told my friends (oh, oh, oh)
I stopped hangin′ with your n- just to f- on you
Every day, baby, I'm your daddy
And I wanna caress you, just to f- on you
B-, I′m tryna add you to my
Rose gold Benz, rose gold rims and tires (hey)
Rose gold 'chete, chain gang
Allsboro to Hillsboro, baddies up in Petersburg
Slob, make your p- slurp (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (cash, whoo)
Can't trust these h-, no, no
(Can't trust these h-, no, no, I can′t these h-)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (these big bankrolls, cash)
Can't trust these h-, no, no
(I can′t trust these h-, no, no), no, no, no, no
I been taking molly and this lean since the other day
NyQuil sipper, half these n- just a protégé (no cap)
Prototype, I been pourin' fours in a cherry Sprite (pour up)
30 mill′, ran it up, two years, this a legal heist (whoo)
I'm a syrup sippin′, rich young n- (yeah)
It's like ten Bugs Bunnies in my Jesus piece
30 cars sittin' outside like I′m dealing
You know what I′m talkin' ′bout?
I did the keys, I did the keys
I swear to God, I did the keys
Ah, yeah, go
I must stay focused on (focused)
These big bankrolls, I can't (cash)
Can't trust these h-, no, no (no, no), mm-hmm
I must stay focused on (focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (cash)
Can′t trust these h-, no, no (no, no), no, no
I cannot trust these leeches (leech), I cannot trust these streets (sreets)
I cannot trust these b- (b-), I gotta trust on me (me)
I cannot tell my business, stretchin' out racks, no fitness (fitness)
Yeah, I swear we G.O.A.T.s (G.O.A.T.s) we need to go down in Guinness (uh)
I put the gang on my shoulders and carry on (gang, gang)
I put the strap on my shoulder and bring it home (bang, bang)
Haters be low-key fans and singin′ my songs (low-key)
I swear to God, if I see 'em in person, I′m doin' ′em wrong
I gotta stay focused, they pull out that camera, take pics (flash)
Every time I'm closin' my eyes, I′m seeing me runnin′ from pigs (12)
She don't speak or don′t talk, she shy, she needed something to get lit (don't speak)
You come in and f- up the vibe, we′re scratchin' your name off the list (scratch it)
Yeah, yeah, got my soul in this (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, then I told ′em this (yes sir)
Yeah, yeah, gotta stay focused (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, we don't fold, b- (yes sir)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can't (cash, woo)
Can′t trust these h-, no, no (can′t trust these h-, no, no)
(I can't trust these hoes)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (these big bankrolls, cash)
Can't trust these h-, no, no
(I can′t trust these h-, no, no), no, no, no, no
Yeah, Maybach too big, it can't fit in the driveway
I been f- her since Big Worm been on Friday
I been drippin′ hard on these h-, yeah, since MySpace (drip)
Takin' the top off the Benz, baby, taking the top off the Benz
If I pull up with your rent, baby (swear), you gotta swallow my kids, yeah
If I'm a dog, I′m a pit, baby, having fantasy love with a rich lady (ah)
I′m puttin' cum on her lips (yeah), she mad I told my friends (oh, oh, oh)
I stopped hangin′ with your n- just to f- on you
Every day, baby, I'm your daddy
And I wanna caress you, just to f- on you
B-, I′m tryna add you to my
Rose gold Benz, rose gold rims and tires (hey)
Rose gold 'chete, chain gang
Allsboro to Hillsboro, baddies up in Petersburg
Slob, make your p- slurp (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (cash, whoo)
Can't trust these h-, no, no
(Can't trust these h-, no, no, I can′t these h-)
I must stay focused on (ah, focused)
These big bankrolls, I can′t (these big bankrolls, cash)
Can't trust these h-, no, no
(I can′t trust these h-, no, no), no, no, no, no
I been taking molly and this lean since the other day
NyQuil sipper, half these n- just a protégé (no cap)
Prototype, I been pourin' fours in a cherry Sprite (pour up)
30 mill′, ran it up, two years, this a legal heist (whoo)
I'm a syrup sippin′, rich young n- (yeah)
It's like ten Bugs Bunnies in my Jesus piece
30 cars sittin' outside like I′m dealing
Writer(s): Isaac Earl Bynum, Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
