Wes Patrick - AIRHEAD

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She call me an asshole, yeah

top floor chilling, look through glass walls, yeah

$5K coming through her Cashapp, damn

and she won't tell me where she work at

My girl shops at Trader Joe's all day

Pop pills and she pop that (Whoa!) for me

I don't understand how you get paid

And you won't say

Cause you've been taking pictures with them glass walls on top floors

hit Coachella with an 8-ball, she aint pay for it

That's a Tesla, she got no job and she speed in it

All she do is complain, complain, complain

She call me an asshole, yeah

top floor chilling, look through glass walls, yeah

$5K coming through her Cashapp, damn

and she won't tell me where she work at

She call me an asshole, yeah

top floor chilling, look through glass walls, yeah

$5K coming through her Cashapp, damn

and she won't tell me where she work at

She using me for my (whoa!) and she want more

She Uber Eats all her shit to the front door

and truthfully I don't mind so I slide (slide)

All she do is yoga in Lulu's, I swear

I still use her Netflix and Hulu, that's fair

My girl doesn't work, all play

and she won't say

And she won't ever tell me everything I want

We fuck all day

She's take that chance

and hope I stay

She'll check my phone when I'm away

so I checked hers and she called me

She call me an asshole, yeah

top floor chilling, look through glass walls, yeah

$5K coming through her Cashapp, damn

and she won't tell me where she work at

She call me an asshole, yeah

top floor chilling, look through glass walls, yeah

$5K coming through her Cashapp, damn

and she won't tell me where she work at