Don’t Rate Me (feat. Quavo)
Kacey Khaliel
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (ayy, ayy)
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, yeah, yeah
Pull up in it, they can't afford this
Now check how I get it, they can't record this (yeah, yeah)
Put myself on top a brand-new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
Got her, she'll never leave me, know that I'll never let her
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
The head, I chop 'em, I could vision helicopters
I'ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
Know I'm shinin', but can't count my pockets
They can't stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
Know that they never could get to me
I got them out like a mini-me
Feelin' the symphony, turnin' his head to a centerpiece
Know they gon' try to get rid of me
Vision the scene when I'm plannin' on billin' me
Concrete body, they ain't tippin' me, tell 'em, "Try and see"
Millionaire, runnin' for a B, they ain't got more bread than me
Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
Got fire on my feet (yeah)
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me (yeah), I'm gon' forever do what I do (Quavo)
I know you feel me, boy
I got a huncho (cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (blue)
Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (suu)
Rated R (yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (set it off, oh, oh, oh)
Lotta steppin' in the field (step), coin toss (uh)
Brick by brick, we built this shit (brick)
Hands-on, flip the switch (flip it)
Fuck a bitch (woo), fell in love once, and I can't go again (no)
It's YB and 'Cho, and we got everybody rich (on God)
Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (uh)
Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (woo, woo)
Ten toes rockin' shit (ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
Momma told me every time I go up, they gon' hate me (momma)
It's okay, mama, 'cause this Glock don't got safety (rah)
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me, I'm gon' forever do what I do
I know you feel me, boy
Kacey Khaliel
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (ayy, ayy)
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, yeah, yeah
Pull up in it, they can't afford this
Now check how I get it, they can't record this (yeah, yeah)
Put myself on top a brand-new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
Got her, she'll never leave me, know that I'll never let her
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
The head, I chop 'em, I could vision helicopters
I'ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
Know I'm shinin', but can't count my pockets
They can't stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
Know that they never could get to me
I got them out like a mini-me
Feelin' the symphony, turnin' his head to a centerpiece
Know they gon' try to get rid of me
Vision the scene when I'm plannin' on billin' me
Concrete body, they ain't tippin' me, tell 'em, "Try and see"
Millionaire, runnin' for a B, they ain't got more bread than me
Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
Got fire on my feet (yeah)
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me (yeah), I'm gon' forever do what I do (Quavo)
I know you feel me, boy
I got a huncho (cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (blue)
Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (suu)
Rated R (yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (set it off, oh, oh, oh)
Lotta steppin' in the field (step), coin toss (uh)
Brick by brick, we built this shit (brick)
Hands-on, flip the switch (flip it)
Fuck a bitch (woo), fell in love once, and I can't go again (no)
It's YB and 'Cho, and we got everybody rich (on God)
Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (uh)
Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (woo, woo)
Ten toes rockin' shit (ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
Momma told me every time I go up, they gon' hate me (momma)
It's okay, mama, 'cause this Glock don't got safety (rah)
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me, I'm gon' forever do what I do
I know you feel me, boy
Kacey Khaliel
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Seeley, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jamie Hewlett, Jason Goldberg, Brian Burton, Zairuis Jackson, Romye Robinson, Anthony Lee Matthew, Damon Albarn, Gregory Sanders Jr.
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