Monte Carlo - Pharoahe Monch, Brady Watt, Caye

It’s only half past five, but I’m swimmin six drinks deep

Seven eight hundred lies, really took a toll on me

Can’t you tell me none of this is real

And you don’t give a fuck bout me

I been tryna tell you how

I feel I been suffocating, waiting, on ya

Tell me if you’re comin home baby

Tell me if you’re comin home baby

Girl you’re so controlling, push me, pull me

You know that you got me goin crazy

Tell me if you aint comin home baby

You say you love me then you leave me just to fuck with my head

You give me pussy just to please me then you do it again

I don’t need your friendship baby

It’s only your lovin that I want

Say you don’t need me so this time it’s me who’s leaving instead

I’m so hip hop, I caught the Holy-Ghost-Face-Mobb-Deep problems

In my sleeping bag and I still don’t know how to solve them

I gave you the code to my socials for you to look at my DMs, see

You still Quick to run in my DM’s like DMC

Women explore me orally

You’re the one I stopped for messin with my head like you obtained permanent

lock jaw

Why?

Are you fuckin with my brain?

I whispered to you «babe I love you»… (crickets)

That energy you sending back to me is just not feeling the same

I pray you never get a win again, treated me like a puppet so

I got you a ticket to the Dominican Republic

Stole your Gucci gift cards

Check the Gucci gift box

Cop the Gucci Sandals

Get a pedicure, kick rocks

Oooh!

you the president now

Fan page, huh

You’re on Idris Elba’s Instagram page huh

You like accents and acting now huh

Fuck outta here

You say you love me then you leave me just to fuck with my head

You give me pussy just to please me then you do it again

I don’t need your friendship baby, it’s only your lovin that I want

Say you don’t need me so this time it’s me who’s leaving instead