Ransom

Holidays in California, quite strange
The high chain with the seightseein’
I’m just adjustin’ to the price-change
The truth is I’m just in a better price-range
The Saint Laurents and the dice game
That’s just flatter, that’s just sky slang
I’m just ballin’, I’m ballin, I’m really ballin’
Stripclub like I’m tryna win a Heisman

They applause first, then the spite came
Tryna kill my pain in a Sprite can
The top off in a strange way, I’m tryna fight fame
Am I still sharin’ my location with you?
Feels like I’m on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you fuck it up way too much

Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you adjust your skirt on your hips
And you’re not in your feels
I cover the bills

Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don’t reply
And you text and I just don’t answer
It don’t mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don’t pay ransom
Oh, darlin’, you don’t say bye
And I don’t wanna speak out of anger
I won’t be held for ransom, I’m too handsome
Look