Yung Gleesh - Interviews lyrics

(Yeah. I'll fix myself man. Put the Gucci bag on. Gucci belt, Gucci hat, Gucci Gla**es) [Intro: iLoveMakonnen] They hit you like to cut the gra** Sixty seven thousand for your a** They hit you like to cut the gra** Sixty seven thousand for your a** [Verse: iLoveMakonnen] The girls don’t really dance off in the hood no more They found a new route to New Mexico Where slavery for the s** gets you money Was lavy for the s**, we buying honey Cold world out here giving all Losing it all for some d** [Chorus: iLoveMakkonnen] So if you feel how I feel Why don’t you let it show? And if you ain’t dealing what I deal with Why don’t you let it go? (Verse) Put the game critical, straight here for some scissor Down I’m balling free before I take out my residual Uuh girl just look at you, uuh girl you so cute Do, you do interviews Do, you do interviews Didn’t mean to interview x 2 Wanna see what’s up to you Baby what’s up to you Didn’t mean get low from my move but maybe I get in love with you Ain’t my mother proud of you now wanna met your mother too [Chorus] (Verse) You scream too much for me, you cry You scream to much for me, I wander why You always complaining Don’t know what you’re saying [Chorus] [Bridge: Yung Gleesh] Hit the sprite with the lean Then I make it darker Hit that b**h with the wallet Then I hit your daughter Skip that shutting out of friend ship Know I’m getting shelter [Chorus] [Hook]