POLIS

Yeah (eh)
Don’t even come near me, I’ve got a lot going on
Ba-ba-ba-ba-baby
Don’t even come near me, I’ve got a lot going on
And, babe—

Cops, don’t even come near me, I’ve got a lot going on
And, babe, I’m not joking, I know it hurts you
I want to get out but don’t ask me for it anymore
Get on top of me because we’re on top (ah)
And I’m owed two grand, don’t talk about me
We’re hustling, don’t mess with the bling

Hey, I saw her and the camera’s filming me
I can’t get caught, I pull out the heat
I’m looking for the blind spot, turning the corner
The light’s coming, I hide the heat
Heal my wounds, let’s make a toast
We’re getting out of this, girl, you believe me
That doesn’t sound like trap, it sounds indie
I prefer Cazzu and all the girls copying Britney (wuh, wuh, wuh)
Jump, jump, jump, high, give me, jump, give me
If you like it so much, why don’t we do a remix?
I’ll wait for you tomorrow morning, I’ll give you shimy
You like it spicy, babe, I’ll bring you chimi

Don’t even come near me, I’ve got a lot going on
And, babe, I’m not joking, I know it hurts you
I want to get out but don’t ask me for it anymore
Get on top of me because we’re on top
And I’m owed two grand, don’t talk about me
We’re hustling, don’t mess with the bling

I think about what you say sometimes, the street doesn’t deserve me
I know we’ve come back twice but let’s reset
I pass by the spot in all white like the deal
I hide the package under my wing like a wild card
The kitchen, the oven at a thousand, cooking me on the beat
I feel her shaking and I realize, it’s about to go down
Eh, uh, if you ask me, I’ll drop the bad stuff, drop the bad stuff, drop the bad stuff, leave it there, ey
I’ve got my cousin in jail, it was for the bad stuff, it was for the bad stuff, and he’s not getting out, shout out to him (free, free)

Don’t even come near me, I’ve got a lot going on
And, babe, I’m not joking, I know it hurts you
I want to get out but don’t ask me for it anymore
Get on top of me because we’re on top
And I’m owed two grand, don’t talk about me
We’re hustling, don’t mess with the bling

Tony
Oni-oni, oniria