AirBnb Lyrics by Ian
(Haha, what the f—?)
Huh, all that tough talk just not scary to me (Just not scary at all)
That is not your house, that’s an AirBnB, huh
Blow a couple thou’, it’s like therapy for me (Haha, what the f—?)
Appearing with yo’ ass, that’s a charity event, damn, damn
Ain’t shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn
I’m mad as hell, there’s ash on my Bode pants, damn
I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin’, damn
They keep tryna hold me down, but they can’t get it done
Uh, I had it finished up, baby, you ain’t missin’ much
I just went through yo’ months rent and ate that shit for lunch
She blowin’ up my contact, come get yo’ bae before
I fly her out to Palm Springs and separate you both
Just did my dishes in six-hundred-dollar denim
I still pray to God, but these a different type of Christians
My-My slippers Marni, look like I’m gon’ steal your Christmas
My entire closet look like his entire wishlist
All that-All that tough talk just not scary for me
That is not your house, that’s an AirBnB
Blow a couple thou’, it’s like therapy for me
Appearing with yo’ ass, that’s a charity event, damn, damn
Ain’t shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn
I’m mad as hell, there’s ash on my Bode pants, damn
I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin’, damn
They keep tryna hold me down, but they can’t get it done
You made me sell my soul for sizes and I’m dealin’ with it still
I can tell by the way you talk, you’re just not feelin’ how I feel
And at the end of the day, it’s hard, but sometimes shit gon’ be unfair
And after everything’s said and done, maybe this shit gon’ be okay
Okay, maybe this shit gon’ be alright
Just maybe, maybe I shouldn’t have made that call
I shouldn’t have chased you down, you shouldn’t have stayed that long
I know I could’ve worked this out, I could’ve worked this— (Uh, uh, I could’ve worked this out)
(Huh, I got this, I—)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, I could’ve worked this out)