Songtext Four seasons Bia

Four seasons

Uh, uh
Turn me up a lil'
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh

You like these bitches for the wrong reasons
I fight demons, I left all mine at Four Seasons (At Four Seasons)
I changed the weather, I'll be gone 'til November
I crossed paths with rappers that be hard to remember (Hard to remember)
Athletes in my DM's, wish they baby mama see 'em
That's the type of money I pay in per diem (Girl, you should see 'em)
Do it look like I wear Gucci bags? (Never)
Do it look like I'm the type to make your exes and your groupies mad? (Haha)
Probably never fucked a bitch that had a bigger bag (Cash)
And by judgin' that off the bitches you already had (You)
If I learned one thing from my dad, it's dependin' on a nigga have you goin' out sad (Goin' out sad)
Fool me once and that's a shame on you (Shame on you)
Fool me twice and I can't never put that blame on you (Never)
I know they hate it when you run the game they ran on you
Talk to God 'fore you ever tatt' my name on you

Never 'ave been seeing this yet
And I dey here before my maiden tek and mi neva see it yet
So anybody see it dem lie, cah we neva see it yet
And we want back everyting
Laptop, phone, everyting
Everyting, everyting, everyting
Everyting, everyting, everyting

I got everything that I wanted (Everyting)
I get, I get everything that I want (Everyting)
I got everything that I wanted (Everyting)
I get, I get everything that I want (Everyting)
I get, I get everything that I want (Everyting)
I get, I get everything that I want (Everyting)
I get, I get everything that I want (Everyting)
I get, I get everything that I want (Everyting)