Took My Breath Away - Trippie Redd, Skye Morales

I’m grindin' with no sleep, I’m grindin' with no cheese\nTough breaks and heartaches gave me the keys\nLong days and long nights, did it with ease\nI’m chargin' shit out till the game with no fees (Uh-huh), jeez\nYou took my breath away (Yeah), ooh, ooh, ooh\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)\nUh, party promoters look at me differently now\nAny nigga taxed me, probably payin' me, triple it now\nBrodie got me workin', get a bag and we dip out of town\nFor them niggas never been nowhere, we been gettin' around\nEvery time I drop, niggas know I ain’t playin' around\nTake a video, you probably still couldn’t capture the sound\nY2K, the triple-O kid back on his grind\nLike a lil' ponytail, I’m always on the back of your mind\nYou took my breath away (Yeah), ooh, ooh, ooh\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)\nI used to pull up on my niggas every night\nBring a lil' drink and somethin' that we could light\nYeah, we got a lil' distant, since I’ve been grippin' the mic'\nLeavin' niggas in the past, the furthest thing on my mind\nAnd it’s hard not to picture that I could be doin' more\nEven with the hinges, I’m ready, kick in the door\nPockets gettin' thicker, I’m cleanin' up, like a chore\nBut I’m only seven digits way, give me a call, I’m always yours\nYou took my breath away (Yeah), ooh, ooh, ooh\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh\nYou took my breath away, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)\nHuh, took my breath away\nHuh, took my breath away\nHuh, took my breath away