Tory Lanez – GYMR (Lyrics & Video)

GYMR – Tory Lanez Lyrics

They wanna take me up out of the game, lil' bitch wanna take me up out of my element

I got the recipe, money, and fame, and all of these bitches, they just be all jealous

Stressin' me, baby, with all of that bullshit, please just get your mind right

Yeah, bitch, get your mind right

I won't take none of this shit from my ex

Bitch, you ain't even as good as the sex

I said it 'cause it looked good in a text

Get your mind right

All of these diamonds look good on my neck

I hit the dance, I look good when I flex

Fuck anybody, ain't payin' your rent

Get your mind right

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I will not take her from out of her debt

She better salute me like I'm a cadet

I plug the pussy like I'm a connect

If you wanna book me, two-fifty a show

Five out the Birkin, two-fifty a ho

Get your mind right

Tiffany steak, on my skirt, it's some butter

I fucked her sister, that's word to my brother

I'm tryna keep this shit all in the family

I had to get it for Curry my cousin

I'm in the lot, gettin' birds by the dozen

I'm in the trap, goin' back for the season

I got them hoes goin' up for the summer, it's Tory, you know this

They wanna take me up out of the game, lil' bitch wanna take me up out of my element

I got the recipe, money, and fame, and all of these bitches, they just be all jealous

Stressin' me, baby, with all of that bullshit, please just get your mind right

Yeah, bitch, get your mind right

I won't take none of this shit from my ex

Bitch, you ain't even as good as the sex

I said it 'cause it looked good in a text

Get your mind right

All of these diamonds look good on my neck

I hit the dance, I look good when I flex

Fuck anybody, ain't payin' your rent

Get your mind— (Right)

Please get your mind right, oh, baby, 'fore you talk to me

Nah, as if beatin' your gums don't do nothin' to me

Please get your mind right

Uh, I can sit back and scam with the crodie, though

International trappin' in Tokyo

I be tappin' her back like I'm scolio'

Mix a can of the pink with the Dosido

Put my bitch in a suite like she Cody, though

My bitch livin' the sweet like she Cody, bro

I'm exact with these hoes, yeah, they know me, though

Put the pack on the road like a turban

Put the pack on the road like I'm that deep

Mollies all in the city, we mad deep

Money tall as Siakam and VanVleet

Put that bitch on a pole at the Zanzi

She wanna get it, I just wanna hit it, I just wanna pull off the panty

I know she'll never quit it as long as I hit it, put her pussy all in a frenzy

Take the ting from the bing and I'm poppin' up

Brand-new Masi, my partners are poppin' out

I'm so proud of my niggas, we gettin' it

We get to hittin' it, shootin' like Stoudemire

Pass the oop on a bitch like a give-and-go

I done came up on shit that I didn't know

Strippers lookin' me dead in my eye and I'm lookin' right back, what the fuck am I tippin' for?

All the haters are mad and I'm livin', though

Every bitch I ever wanted, I hit it, though

If you want a bitch, go and get the ho

Put my foot in it just like a kick door

Even OGs call me big bro

Shooter tack-tack like a tik-toe

I was locked up in a Benz, bro

Get a small fur like I'm Gizmo, ha-ha

Please get your mind right, oh, baby, 'fore you talk to me

Nah, as if beatin' your gums don't do nothin' to me

Please get your mind right