In this upbeat track, the artist is expressing his self-assuredness and success in both his personal and professional life. The repeated "me, me, me" signifies his focus on himself and his accomplishments. He's not shy about boasting about the attention he gets from women or how he's risen to the top in music. The lyrics also depict a lavish lifestyle filled with luxury items and travel. However, there's an undertone of criticism towards those who doubted him or tried to ride on his success. Overall, it's a celebration of self-confidence and individual achievement that encourages listeners to embrace their own uniqueness and strive for their goals. #SelfConfidence #SuccessStory
mememe
Lyrics
Hey man, the-
The fuck you mean you ain't heard no fuckin' (Lentra the God)?
How come all this conversation? Me, me, me, me
How come all your ladies, they want me, me, me, me?
One to the three-three-seven, I'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite
Bouncin' both ways, back to the bed
That's greed, greed, greed, greed (bbno$)
Lil' water whip, G-Class, push start (whip, whip)
Pretty bitch, brain A plus, felt smart (ooh)
Hear you talkin' shit, that's what I called pish posh (shh)
Tired money and I'm ballin' like Chris Bosh (ooh)
Kinda whipped lately (true)
I might take a vacay (shh)
Turn up in Tokyo off the Sake (mhm)
If you pull up with a sword, we gon' parler (skrrt)
Barley beard, yeah, you better stand clear
Watched Marley & Me and I did not shed a tear
I'm a tough guy, you a wimp
Girl called me and she tired of the shrimp
Check the limp, I ain't talkin' 'bout my dick
Yeah, my knees hurt so much I walk like a pimp
It's so simple (skrrt, skrrt)
Girlie thought I fold up like a book but I'm a Kindle, haha
How come all this conversation? Me, me, me, me
How come all your ladies, they want me, me, me, me?
One to the three-three-seven, I'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite
Bouncin' both ways, back to the bed
That's greed, greed, greed, greed (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
C to the V, why these rappers tryna copy?
Got the team makin' plays, yeah, I'm heavy on the O to the K
Only do it for a little bit of pain
Need them blues like I'm JAY-Z, and baby got a raise, yeah
I'm five an hour, ten an hour, now fifty or I'm out
Lotta badass whips then I freaked her like a scout
Made a hit gold record, yeah, I know you had your doubts
Those dick ridin' labels got all these last counts, yeah
Talkin' M's because I got 'em
Fufu, Gucci slides, I bought 'em
Turn that around, get top to bottom
Damn, is that my bitch?
Yup, it is, she got money in the bank 'cause of me
Now I'm twenty K last year, oh, it's free
All my blood diamonds ever do is just bling
You (uh), so
How come all this conversation? Me, me, me, me
How come all your ladies, they want me, me, me, me?
One to the three-three-seven, I'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite
Bouncin' both ways, back to the bed
That's greed, greed, greed, greed
Me me me, me me
Me me me-me me, me me
Me me me, me me
Me me me-me me, me me
(bbno$)
Writer(s): Alexander Leon Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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