Dybala

Ten monthly paychecks on your head
When there's a problem, you’re not in the hood anymore
A few pretty girls to set up my worst enemies
Ten calls, I’m on the grind, they’re lining up
Bag of weed, smelling good (I’m being chased by the cops)
When we talk, you gotta own it (the more I detail, the more I make)
Too many homies locked up (I’ve got too many troubles)
You’re the bait, I’m the long game (Diamond, platinum)
Shotgun shells, I’m feeling safe (you’re on the wrong side of the gun)
I woke up in a bad mood (I made a hole in the accounts)
In the tears and the laughter (I’m cautious, I don’t trust)
We know who you are, don’t play the tough guy (if I fall, you won’t survive)

Baby, don’t wait for me tonight, I’m not there
Number 10 on the grind, Dybala
Baby, don’t wait for me tonight, I’m not there
Number 10 on the grind, Dybala
Dybala, I’m making passes, ballin’ like a pro, Dybala
Ten to midnight, come grab your ten bucks
I’m making passes, ballin’ like a pro, Dybala
Ten to midnight, come grab your ten bucks

Black Audi, it’s night, on the A7, I see the moon
I’m hitting the gas, high beams on, 2-80 on the pavement
I’m with my girl, taking a little ride (I’m with my girl, taking a little ride)
I see the cops, I hide the stash (I see the cops, I hide the stash)
Everything I’ve seen, if you only knew (everything I’ve seen, if you only knew)
They all let me down, I’m all alone (all alone, all alone, all alone)
I’m smoking good stuff, it’s Dybala
In the backseat of the Italian car
When I need you, you’re still not there
There was trouble, I saw you run away
What’s not cool just for ten bucks
It doesn’t call you, it doesn’t want to talk anymore
It’s full of thieves, shoplifting
And the palace folks don’t like it

Don’t tell me this, man, don’t tell me that (don’t tell me that)
I’m in the taxi under the Mexican sky (under the Mexican sky)
Baby says, "Where you going, you’re never around" (you’re never around)
Baby says, "If there are girls, you stay there"
Baby, don’t wait for me tonight, I’m not there

Number 10 on the grind, Dybala
Baby, don’t wait for me tonight, I’m not there
Number 10 on the grind, Dybala (Dybala)
Dybala, I’m making passes, ballin’ like a pro, Dybala (Dybala)
Ten to midnight, come grab your ten bucks (Dybala)
I’m making passes, ballin’ like a pro, Dybala (Dybala)
Ten to midnight, come grab your ten bucks