Lyrics
It’s AV, they say I may be the one
If you ain’t feeling me then maybe you’re numb
You want an Audi, I want Saudi Arabian funds
Cause I’m Xtra for Capital, not the Radio 1
They say fear stands for Fuck Everything And Run but
Me, I just run and fuck everything at once
Yeah, money ain’t a thing, nah it’s everything at once
I’m in a street fight tryna hit the belly in the slums
I’m De La Hoya, I’m De La Hoya
I’m just a child chasing destiny and Latoya
Before you judge me, I’ll need a lawyer
I’m tryna milk the game out but it’s soya
Come out my face, I’m out my face
If you fancy shots, let’s fade away
Then go MIA with paper planes
There’s an us in lust and trust, when it’s us it ain’t the same
I’m different, I got 2 chainz
Man’ll eat you for your necklace, that’s a food chain
I’m the future, I can pull up in a Q8
I heard the game needs change, I’m the new face
It’s going down, no going down on it
I’m going in, you’re going out with it Spit fire, I’mma Dhalsim it RAH! You know chemistry leads to physics
But it’s love over money over bitches
Put my money where my mouth is And laid my cards
I’mma go out fighting
And leave my scars
I don’t know about tomorrow
But I know I got heart
Know I got heart
Know I got, know I got heart
Eating good, I’ve got bread on my clothes
I’d link a knitty and tell them I’m dope
Legends are born when memories vote
So when I’m gone just put my name at the end of that quote
Ambition so Iconic I’ll probably die from it Anythings worth money if you’ve spent time on it So comfortable with the truth, that I could lie on it Hand on the Bible, you Qur’an, can’t hide from it Success is such a sad story
So much Bobby on me Whitney would have sang for me OK, I’m sweet but your mans corny
So either way you’re getting sweetcorn when man’s horny
When we step in the dance
Just know I’m that motherfucker like I slept with your Marge
Your ride or die needed a ride, I told her get in my car
Now I’m at the Hilton fucking Paris like I’m sexing in France
Give me neck more
It’s the Weeknd, let’s have a PARTYNEXTDOOR
Cause they’re sleeping on me, so what should I rest for?
I’m potent, all these rappers just potential
I put the hustle in my name like I’m from Crenshaw
I still can’t believe my idol is my mentor
And I’ll probably be rolling with him on his next tour
Remix
Just let it be Just let it be Just let it be Put my money where my mouth is But I know I got heart
Know I got heart
Know I got, know I got heart