Radamiz Troublesome Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, that would be great
Good morning
Good morning to everyone that ain't ballin', stay all in
Good morning to everyone that ain't ballin

[Chorus]
I need to stop spending all of this paper on women that's lying and trying for me
I need check your blood type just to see if you lazy before you go lighting my weed
I need to donate my Yeezy's to all of my cousins instead of just buying for me
I got me designers boots and ain't got em no laces, no such thing tying with me

[Verse 1]
I might holla at you with a blunt in my fingers
Been doing 100's of features
Nike sends boxes of sneakers
Got boxes of boxes of boxes to break out
I been doing 100's of features
One verse from me is like ya'll doing 100's of features
Used to get $100 for features, damn, yeah
Imperial, gold chain dipping all in my cereal
Brooklyn boy got em all curious
You drunk thinkin' that I'm gon' marry you
Kept the courage with me, I'm like Muriel
OBE, rapping this aerial
Play East Coast shit at my funeral, like “So what's so what's the Scenario”
I ain't needin' you
[Chorus]
I need to stop spending all of this paper on women that's lying and trying for me I need check your blood type just to see if you lazy before you go lighting my weed
I need to donate my Yeezy's to all of my cousins instead of just buying for me
I got me designers boots and ain't got em no laces, no such thing tying with me

[Verse 2]
I blow sativa with stylists, goddesses
Keepers of promises
Chandon got her nude beach modeling
Dot com's saying “Radamiz wild again”
Ya'll callin paparazzi, all your timing's sloppy
You don't want a classic, you just want a caption
Do great just one day and you forever lasting
You work for New Era doing all that cappin', damn

[Bridge]
Good morning, to everyone that ain't ballin', stay all in
Good morning, to everyone that ain't ballin', stay all in
Good morning, good habits turn to fortunes
Good habits turn to fortunes

[Verse 3]
Ain't got too much time for the troublesome
Focus on me like a vignette
Millionaires out of some misfits, aye
Up in day care bumpin' Dipset, aye
You Harlem shakin' like a dipshit
You hatin' but never went did shit
All my chips in for the distance
All my chips in for the distance
[Outro]
Give me mine
Fake Yeezy