Michael Bay Songtext

I smoke, like, an ounce a day (Day)
She pull up, I'm out the way
If I don't get rich, I might go cray
My life sharp, I'm Michael Bay
I just don't show her everything
It's like there's never enough to say
It's like there's never enough in the bank (Bank)
I fucked all my bands up (Bands up)
Bro got caught, he jammed up (Jammed up)
She said she ate kids, she so freaky, tied my hands up
I brought my check up, bitch down in a rut (Rut)
Gettin' out my head all it (Took)
One night all it took, she hooked (Hooked)
Two hunnid K, I sum it up (Yeah)

It's like I'll never make enough, I could fill the bank up (Bank up)
I might sign a deal so I could buy a fuckin' tank, yeah
Too much in the tank, yeah
I'ma do this 'til I faint, yeah (Whoa)
Got a bad bitch filling my Reels (Reels) Two hundred bands ain't no deal (Oh)
My bitch ain't missing no meals (Yeah)
SUV, chrome on the trim (Trim)
Might go to New York on a whim, for real (Uh)
Come back in Chrome Heart Timbs
The way that I'm living is carpe diem (Yeah)
You and me and a blunt is a threesome (Yeah)
Told my Mama when I was younger, "I'd be somethin'" (Yeah)
I run up too much, you can't keep up (Go)

I spent a lil' bag on you (On you), this ain't the usual (Yeah)
Yeah, truth be told, I'm in between moving on, and
Holding onto something, babe, yeah (Yeah)
Holding onto something, babe (Yeah, uh, yeah)

I'm goin' harder, I don't know how to sit still
Been a few years, they don't know how I'm lit still
If you see me signing, just know it's a big deal
To get to my door, you gotta run up a big hill
Like that, she still find a way to bitch here
I've been broke a few times, I know how this shit feel
My dollars taller than me on a big hill
Shoppin' for woods, I need five like the [?] (Yeah)
Pink slip, blue money, purple weed, baby
Austin–Burbank drive her crazy
Fir on the slippers, I look like an old lady
All Raf Simons, I flew in from Croatia
Uh, anything is worth it, bae
(Sometimes it feel perfect, bae)
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think

I spent a lil' bag on you (Yeah), this ain't the usual
Yeah, truth be told, I don't give a fuck no more (No more)
But you're still holding onto something, babe, yeah
Holding onto something, babe, yeah, uh, yeah