Tired

[Chorus] I'm tired of the liars I'm tired of the games I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion The designer, the frames [Verse 1] Money ain't a problem Money ain't a thing All my niggas popping Impossible to stop us from doing our thing I'm tired of the talkers I'm tired of the fakes I'm tired of anyone who thinks they all mean the same I be popping bottles Sparkles and champange VIP my section, Royalty looking sexy You know that be my bae [Chorus] I'm tired of the liars I'm tired of the games I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion The designer, the frames [Verse 2] (Yeah, yeah) I could get you right I could put you on a flight We could roll the dice, maybe you could spend the night "SCE" for life, I be sharper than a knife Chicken with the rice, [?] with the loud pipes Prezzi with the ice diamond, shine without a light I got a question How is you popping but don't got a section? Look at the blessing The way that I am winning, you know I ain't stressing I'm just finessing, riding the b like I'm riding a jetski I flip it x3, I whip it x3 Speeding [?], I got a ticket Catch a flight and I'm right in your city She crying she all in her feelings I had it up to the ceiling We can't be acting like children [Chorus] I'm tired of the liars I'm tired of the games I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion The designer, the frames I'm tired of the liars I'm tired of the games I'm tired of everything that don't quite feel the same Girl, I got that fire but with me it ain't the same Now I could make you famous, put you in a mansion The designer, the frames I'm tired of the liars I'm tired of the games [Outro] Oh lord Oh (nah,nah,nah) Oh lord Oh (nah,nah,nah) O lord