Video Close To Me de Ajaks Beats 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ajaks Beats - Close To Me Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ajaks, this a banger)

[Chorus]
They can't put it down the way I put it down, it's over with (Hmm)
Told him that his bitch head fire, you went and told the bitch (Hmm)
Serve him, he might die and I'm gon' lie like I ain't sold him shit
She think I'm rich because I flash for fifty, I ain't even showed her shit
Hmm, niggas keep on askin' 'bout the Charger, lil' bro totaled it
Why you keep callin' me big bro when you old as me?
It's gon' cost at least a twenty to get close to me
I'm turnt up, but I ain't turnt up as I'm 'posed to be

[Verse]
Hmm, hmm, if I told you what I made, you probably wouldn't believe me
Hmm, if it weren't for Instagram, you probably weren't gon' see me
Huh, my son gon' stunt just like his daddy, yeah, just like Weezy
Hmm, boy, my watch went for like a forty, let me roll my sleeve
In the gym, workin' on my skills, bitch, I don't need love
Croock, I'm like crook, huh, hmm, then get back on defense
Hmm, you was playin' rich as hell, nigga, where your cheese went?
Hmm, nigga, when you rich as hell, you don't really need friends
Tryna that money last forever, huh, you just like keeps wet
I can direct deposit, baby, I don't need checks
That's another hundred thousand, shoot, I just sneezed
Huh, I can rake a half a ticket like a pile of leaves
Huh, I had Iceman Nick, me and him playin' freeze tag (Hmm, hmm, I got ice)
I got Taji models in her eatin' dick, they gon' need some knee pads (Hmm)
Face card good like this, nigga, you don't need cash (Mm)
Now I'm with this scammer bitch, she punchin' like a speed bag
And I'm speedin' past
Huh, lil' bro hop out walk him down, no, he don't need the mask
Huh, she want me beat that pussy up, no, I don't need the ass
I'm walkin' out of Educator's, I don't need no bag, huh, or no envelope
I don't try to hide it, I put it in they face, these niggas broke
Every time they gave me a chance, I went and did the most
Huh, let's call our accountant, let's see who spend the most
Huh, these niggas better check the score, let's see who bend the most
Hmm, lil' bro probably in a striker, I'm probably in a Ghost
Somewhere 'cross the state lines, I'm tryna get the dope
I got a crazy mix, I don't want nobody 'round me when I hit the dope (Hmm, hmm)
You piss me off, I tell you I'm outside, you better hit the floor
Hmm, you take too long to bring your ass outside, then we gon' hit the door
I been needin' oil changes, nigga, I been hittin' the road
Solid yellow Cuban on my neck, look like a, hmm, pot of gold, I'm at Papa Do's
I got all type of hoes, bitch, you know what I'm worth, lock the door
If you ain't got the paper, bitch, I gots to go
I'll see you later, baby, I ain't mean to stop the show
[Chorus]
They can't put it down the way I put it down, it's over with (Hmm)
Told him that his bitch head fire, you went and told the bitch (Hmm)
Serve him, he might die and I'm gon' lie like I ain't sold him shit
She think I'm rich because I flash for fifty, I ain't even showed her shit
Hmm, niggas keep on askin' 'bout the Charger, lil' bro totaled it
Why you keep callin' me big bro when you old as me?
It's gon' cost at least a twenty to get close to me
I'm turnt up, but I ain't turnt up as I'm 'posed to be (Ajacks, this a banger)