[Intro: Hurricane Wisdom, A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Baka Not Nice]
So be still November, pushing through December (Through December)
Tryna spend some bags (Oh)
Don't nobody blame me 'fore I will fade it all (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Money come, money go, baby, just don't go
I get plenty more, that don't mean that I want you to leave, no
Mm, mm
Listen

[Verse 1: Hurricane Wisdom]
Okay, money come, money go, baby, just don't go
I get plenty more, that don't mean that I want you to leave
Don't care where you are, it's wherе you been, baby, I want kids
Damn, I'm super lit, this the type of shit I'm on еvery day
I'm a superstar, super car mob
I got mods on my super ride, n***a, don't play God, I get crazy
Okay, stupid ride, two or three shows lined up
Just know I'm hittin' vibes, then it's low, stupid grown, how you know?
She tellin' time, probably, just don't tell on me
I ain't got no felonies, but I hop out with felonies
She ain't got no felonies, "you's a dog," she tellin' me, I know
Ain't got no friends, I don't
Baby, leave your friends at home

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
It's over for winter, how come we only fuck when it's December?
She don't want attachments like that
I would walk you to the moon, but I can't move backwards like that
It won't even hurt again if I get stabbed in my back
It's over for winter, how come we only fuck when it's December?
If I'm on your mind, just write back
Said, I miss you, usually, I don't even type shit like that
Couldn't put my trust in you 'cause you so trifflin'
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Look
She ain't got no trust in me
And I ain't got no trust in none of these hoes, I'm Mr. DTB
And I got way too many felonies
And word to mother, I hope he die before that n***a get to tell on me
I think I took too many mushrooms, no cap
I can't even feel my fingers, hard to text you right back
She know it's dangerous in these streets, but for these gangstas, she be fiendin'
N***as is tryin' to get Even Steven, while I'm tryin' to fight my demons
Look at these super cars, they speedin', no rental
Tryna cover you in water, girl, you're fire like a Kindle, huh
I wanna pop you like a pimple
I wanna tell you how I feel, but the only time we talk is in December

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
It's over for winter, how come we only fuck when it's December?
She don't want attachments like that
I would walk you to the moon, but I can't move backwards like that
It won't even hurt again if I get stabbed in my back
It's over for winter, how come we only fuck when it's December?
She don't want attachments like that
Said I'll walk you to the moon, but I can't move backwards like that
Couldn't put my trust in you 'cause you so trifflin'