Album on close, but not quite

Track 7 on close, but not quite
ounce of hope Lyrics
[Chorus]
Uh, crazy how the money make her sweet, yuh
I’ve been in the hot seat, yuh
In Miami out the heat, yuh
Hope you got your fucking bands up (Bands up)
If not, then she gon’ treat you crazy (Whoa)
You can go on those trips, baby (Baby)
I know how you really feel, feel, feel feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel

[Post-Chorus]
All she do is sit inside all day and go out at night (Yeah)
Make a thousand three times
She won’t tell her parents where she got it from (Yeah)
A lot has changed all at once (Once)
We can buy Chanel all at once (Yeah)
You don’t got the time to count it up
Like your body, you just round it up, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
What you doing this weekend? (Weekend, yeah)
You said, “I’m taking it easy” (Easy, yeah)
For you, that’s a whole different meaning (Yeah)
That only means you ain’t drinking (Yeah)
That only mean you ain’t deep in some club (Club)
That only means that you fell out with someone
I know that shit wouldn’t last the whole summer
I’ve been going by the numbers, by the numbers
Yeah, my new bitch deserve to be on Vogue (Yeah)
If I can choose a bag, I’ll buying both of ’em
As I get more money, she get more stubborn
I’ve been saying sorry when I’m not accountable
All I had was weed, ain’t an ounce of hope
Baby, can you come and pack me a bowl? (Oh, oh, oh)
Baby, can you come and pack me a bowl? Whoa (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, baby, these racks don’t get low
I know this shit been in limbo
All I’m asking is can you get close? (Yeah)
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[Chorus]
Uh, crazy how the money make her sweet, yuh
I’ve been in the hot seat, yuh
In Miami out the heat, yuh
Hope you got your fucking bands up (Bands up)
If not, then she gon’ treat you crazy (Whoa)
You can go on those trips, baby (Baby)
I know how you really feel, feel, feel feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel

[Verse 2]
Pull up (Pull up)
Back on my shoot like I’m Luda’ (Yeah)
She bragging this shit like she knew us (Go)
Ain’t no faking this shit, ain’t got nuance (Yeah)
Drowning in this shit, I need scuba gear (Scuba)
Big whip, every time that I pull up, she hear it (She hear it)
She got sick of her man, let me pull up and cure her (Yeah)
He ain’t right, I’ll be the one with the courage (Uh)
Spending my racks, you gotta burn it to earn (Uh)
I’ve been bag-securing (Yeah)
Helped Mama buy it then she crashed the Urus (Whoa, whoa)
Whip too big body, can’t even park on the curb (Yeah)
Heard you seeing somebody, how do you have the nerve?
(You have the nerve, you have the nerve)
You tell me I moved on
When I’ve been here all along, ‘long, ‘long, ‘long, ‘long

[Chorus]
Crazy how the money make her sweet, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I’ve been in the hot seat, yuh
In Miami out the heat, yuh
Somehow (Somehow, yeah)
Crazy how this shit repeats, yuh
You won’t love me ’til this shit depletes, yuh
Then come running back when you need some

[Post-Chorus]
All you do is sit inside all day, uh, go out at night (Yeah)
Make a thousand three times
She won’t tell her parents where she got it from
A lot has changed all at once
You try to buy Chanel all at once (Yeah)
You don’t got the time to count it up
Like your body, you just round it up, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, these racks don’t get low
I know this shit been in limbo, uh, yeah
Tints so black in that limo
She won’t see you from ten to four, uh, yeah