Lyrics BLAKE – In Between

Aye
Yeah, yeah
I was breakin’ down bales, I was out here paper chasin’
Numbers on the phone, havin’ big boy conversations

I was breakin’ down bales, I was out here paper chasin’
Talkin’ numbers on the phone, havin’ big boy conversations
Home was gettin’ hot, had to switch up the locations
Niggas plottin’ on my spot, they’ll do anything to take it, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
It’s a jungle out here baby, come get lost up in the trees
Boy you talk a lot but pussy nigga we gone see
You with’ it or you not, ’cause really it ain’t no in between

Yeah, diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, chaingin’ different colors
Whole time, me and Ben Frank lookin’ like the cutest couple
Up and down, right or wrong, don’t switch up on yo’ brother
Can’t recover nothin’, if you switch up then it’s fuck ya
Mama stupid thick, that shit don’t make no sense
Keep hatin’ on a nigga and let’s see how far you get
Same lame ass, broke niggas talkin’ shit
Same lame ass hoes trynna get chose up in the mix
They gave Snoop a bond so you know I spent them racks
Drop some bread up on that shit, I know he’ll probably go right back
These blue hundreds fresh up out the bank, they stuck up in the stack
Do too much talkin’, cappin’, nigga, be cool, just relax
Right or wrong, right or wrong, or wrong or right
I done passed up on that pussy but I think tonights’ the night
If I’m ever up real late on Insta, see some shit I like
Tell her hit my management with’ info, I’ma have ’em book the flight

I was breakin’ down bales, I was out here paper chasin’
Talkin’ numbers on the phone, havin’ big boy conversations
Home was gettin’ hot, had to switch up the location
Niggas plottin’ on my spot, they’ll do anything to take it, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
It’s a jungle out here baby, come get lost up in the trees
Boy you talk a lot but pussy nigga we gone see
You with’ it or you not, ’cause really it ain’t no in between

Swimmin’ with’ piranhas, I was out here chasin’ commas
Now that I get that bag, I do exactly what I wanna
First 20 thousand dollars, spent it all on marijuana
Shit was dirty money, I was lyin’ to my mama
Did it, went and spent another 20 on a watch
Plain Jane Rollie but the face got fat ass rocks
20 on the watch, I use my phone to check the clock
Probably couldn’t explain why I cop half the shit that I cop

I was breakin’ down bales, I was out here paper chasin’
Talkin’ numbers on the phone, havin’ big boy conversations
Home was gettin’ hot, had to switch up the location
Niggas plottin’ on my spot, they’ll do anything to take it, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
It’s a jungle out here baby, come get lost up in the trees
Boy you talk a lot but pussy nigga we gone see
You with’ it or you not, ’cause really it ain’t no in between