Playstation Songtext

Tell me would you
Love, yeah, me
While I'm surfing

Yeah, I'm just trying to get these commas little bit
You don't think I miss my mom a little bit
I know I've been fucking up a little bit
At least when I come back, I'm coming back rich
People I wanna take, but I can't take all 'em
I don't wanna be on thе Internet fake ballin'
Rolling Stonе roaming charges on my phone calling
Money young, but I'm rapping til I'm Weezy
Like I'm from New Orleans
She don't understand the shit it takes
I'm going all in, she just see the CC's and the VV's on the bra's man
You cannot compare your success
To other people's success
Cause you just gonna end up stressed, baby

You know I'd rather be sitting and seeing your face I got puff and a tour on the way
It's a labor of love, I'm a slave
When I can't fuck with you, shit is lame

Flying out frequently
Constantly traveling
Feeling like Makaveli, right now
I get around, I get around
London, then Paris
Africa, Italy racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around

Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm surfing
Tell me
Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm surfing