Hope (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Way before your time the world knew this would happen

Was destiny to many, was just hard work for you

As you were brought into this world

You tried to find out about your surroundings

The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air

The smiles you see at that point are the ones

You should always remember

Authentic is

Due to the choices you make for yourself

It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget

But some although not healthy for them will create an understanding of what the word real means

Us [?] one of your greatest attributes

Others before thyself as long as long as thyself is taken care of is well being

And money, well, I know you know how to get money

I'm gonna say this one time only, live young man, you deserve it

Let's celebrate, blacc hollywood

And we be in the club, buying all our champagne

Spillin' it on the couches

Me and my niggas deserve this shit

We was there for the come up

I am blacc hollywood, I live blacc hollywood

Yea, yea, yea

Hope you got thousands in your pocket

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you drive the newest lookin'

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you brought a lot of draws

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

Hope you got thousands in your pocket

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

Pull up to the club with my thugs smokin' so strong

Hop out and walk through the back

So high I don't know where I'm at

Them bitches get open, I'm with some

Niggas who all 'bout that action

Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns

She get them dollars out them niggas

Cause she ain't lookin' for love

Smoke that loud up by the pound

She get champagne and drink it up

Hope you ain't a [?] cause

She ain't lookin' for cuffs

In the club spinnin' [?] she in your face, you think it's love

Said you throwin' dubs, bro that ain't enough

Money, clothes, and drugs

That's what bitches love

Rollie cold as fuck, that's what bitches love

Back to the topic, pop that ass

And please don't stop it

That's no love, that's no love

That's your bitch, get her bed in my truck

You ain't give her what she needed

And she ain't lookin' for love

Homie she don't want no flowers

Only make her cum

Poppin' ass, kinda naughty

Met her ass at the party

Took her to the after party

Drink some gin off her body

Spend some ends

Now I'm going in

Took her and her friend, hit the skins

Then we smoked again, eyes like I'm korean

Shots of gin

That's what all this juice is for

In blacc hollywood

That's my newest car

I'm like eney meeney, I got plenty

Pockets filled with hundreds, fifties

Nothin' lower, come fuck

With a stoner and get stoned