Speak Songtext
von Internet Money feat. The Kid LAROI

Perfect

Internet Money, bitch
Okay
Look, uh

Okay, I′m drunk and it's late, I′ve lost all of my patience (oh, oh)
I'm 'bout to get high
Pass me the spliff, bitch, I′ma face it (oh, oh)
Young, rich and wasted
Probably on your bitch′s playlist (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I know they got a lot to say about me but won't say shit to me (uh-uh)

Uh, smoking on that green, hell nah, oh, please
Oh that′s your bitch?
Then why she with the gang all up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets
Let her blow it in the breeze
I get on her mind, now she can't speak


I can′t leave that shit in the past
Yeah, we used to be cool (cool)
And you used to make me laugh (laugh)
But um, I can't be the man that you asked (you asked)
I just accepted that this shit will never, ever last

Okay, I′m drunk and it's late, I've lost all of my patience (oh yeah)
I′m ′bout to get high, pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted, probably on your bitch′s playlist (oh yeah)
I know they got a lot to say about me but won't say shit to me

Uh, smoking on that green, hell nah, oh, please
Oh that′s your bitch?
Then why she with the gang all up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets
Let her blow it in the breeze
I get on her mind, now she can't speak

Rockstar lifestyle, on my Cobain shit (′Bain, yeah)
Got blacked out drunk and forgot who I came with (came with)
Went home with two basic hoes, fuck it, I was faded (on one)
Got your bitch, she passed me the spliff, fuck it, I'ma face it


Okay, I'm drunk and it′s late
I′ve lost all of my patience (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm ′bout to get high, pass me the spliff, bitch, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted, probably on your bitch′s playlist
I know they got a lot to say about me but won't say shit to me

Uh, smoking on that green, hell nah, oh, please
Oh that′s your bitch?
Then why she with the gang all up on her knees?
You want a better future with her
But that bitch is for the streets
Let her blow it in the breeze
I get on her mind, now she can't speak