Ybs Skola - Meds (feat. Lil Skies) Lyrics

[Intro: YBS Skola]King MidasStreets so sadRide around town, thinkin' 'bout my homieI need that bagGot that case a nigga try to get up on meStop draggin' my swagKeep the campaign going, I deserve a trophyLong live Up NextNow I gotta do it all on my lonely[Chorus: YBS Skola]How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)I hang with ballers and players (Style)I could've been in the feds (Gone)If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Some bread)But I'm in the house with the money piling (With the money)Come here, lil' bitch, give me head (Give me head)She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles (Shut up)Baby, I need all my meds (Yeah)How they gon' try to compare us? (Yeah)I hang with ballers and players (Ball)I could've been in the feds (Mall)If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)But I'm in the house with the money pilingCome here, lil' bitch, give me headShe huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottlesBut baby, I need all my medsBaby, I need all my medsBaby, I need all my medsI'm in the house with the money pilingCome here, lil' bitch, give me headShe huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottlesBut baby, I need all my meds[Verse 1: YBS Skola]Wipe off the whips with the rag (Skrrt)We got bikes we forgot in the shed (Forgot)Pour up lean and I sip, I don't share (Lean)Fully loaded, I'm comin' prepared (Yeah)You'd rather sit 'round and hateBut I'd rather go get to that bread (For sure)You'd rather go on a dateI'd just rather count money instead (Count dough)How you don't know what to wear? (How?)I like for niggas to stare (Stare)How her ass touching her hair? (Wow)But I do not like to share (Nah)We walk around at the fair (Yeah)Niggas is turnin' they heads (Yeah)Can't wait to get in the crib (Crib)Why I thank God in the Benz[Chorus: YBS Skola]How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)I hang with ballers and players (Ball)I could've been in the feds (Mall)If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)But I'm in the house with the money pilingCome here, lil' bitch, give me headShe huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottlesBut baby, I need all my medsBaby, I need all my medsBaby, I need all my medsI'm in the house with the money pilingCome here, lil' bitch, give me headShe huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottlesBut baby, I need all my meds[Verse 2: Lil Skies]Baby I need all my medsGot blue hundreds, I'm stacking this bread (Cash)All this drank, got me wakin' up late (Up late)I got thirty racks stashed by the bed (Bed)Your girlfriend wanna go on a date (A date)We in traffic, she givin' me head (Me head)I'm a boss, I put you in your place (Your place)Better watch what you say, I ain't playin' (I ain't playin')You my brother, I ride for my mans (My mans)You stayed down and you stuck to the plan (The plan)I got you when you stuck in a jam (A jam)Ride or die when it comes to the fam (Fam)Takin' pictures, I shine when the lights offShe wanna know what my chain costVVS teeth when I flossTakin' wins, can't take a lossAll this money, probably need a vaultYou doin' bad and it's not my faultThey hatin' on you when you do goodI'm doing me, just as I shouldI really wish a pussy nigga wouldMe and Skola, we in your hoodDouble cup and a BackwoodWe live a life that you wish you could