[Chorus: Mitch]
Make a mill' under pressure when you know that you a God
Fuck on you every chance I get, that don't mean that you a thot
I been doin' shit that I don't do normally for you girl
The way your body shaped and your attitude got a nigga on

[Verse 1: Mitch]
Put it on you
I'ma drop it on you like the rain do
Make a wet-wet dream come true
You know who that ass really belong to
That bitch got dope, she a scammer
Monday blue flame in Atlanta
Disappear on a trick like "Tada"
She don't give two shits 'bout nada
Stack a lil' bread let it pile up
I know she gon' roll like this Fanta
I been on these O's with the commas
I stand on ten toes, fuck the drama
Had to take a L to get my wins up
My new bitch she bad and she G'd up
If she cook, she might end up meetin' mama
Pussy good, rich sex, like designer

[Chorus: Mitch]
Make a mill under pressure when you know that you a God
Fuck on you every chance I get, that don't mean that you a thot
I been doin' shit that I don't do normally for you girl
The way your body shaped and your attitude got a nigga on

[Verse 2: BEAM]
Fast life
And she makin' money by the pound
Stuff it in the mattress no account
Miss her call she gone pull up unannounced
Stack a lil' bread let it pile up
She the type to do what she wanna
Yeah, orange soda shawty she my Fanta
Gas up, kick start it like I sponsor (Yeah, yeah)
Had to go and stuff it in them ribs last night
I was playin' baby-sitter in the crib last night (Yeah, yeah)
On top, pussy poppin' with a split last night (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' to the beat, made a hit last night

[Chorus: Mitch]
Make a mill under pressure when you know that you a God
Fuck on you every chance I get, that don't mean that you a thot
I been doin' shit that I don't do normally for you girl
The way your body shaped and your attitude got a nigga on

[Outro: Ilham]
I need, ah, more
Can you do more?
I need, ah, more, oh, oh
I need better days, better days
Better days to come, ooh-ooh, woah
Better days (Better days) , better days (Better days)
Better days will come