Released: December 6, 2019

Featuring: Wiz Khalifa

Songwriter: Wiz Khalifa Max B

Producer: Paul Couture

[Intro: Max B & Wiz Khalifa]
Hahaha
Hey, baby
Let me tell you where you went wrong, yeah
Taylor Gang (Couture)

[Verse 1: Max B]
Had a reservation, they made me wait
Medium kobe beef paired with the eighty-eight
Now that the foundation is under construction
Almost home, I just add on the finishing touches
Got a new vision in the cut, few men I really trust
Menages, they get redundant, two bitches ain't enough
Yeah, we do escapade, color me just a shade
Baby she Filipin', bulletproof Escalade
Rolling, we barely sober, roll up plenty doja
Popo keep getting closer, I dare 'em to pull me over
Blew on some other shit, do me a hundred clip
Big as a Harlem nigga, don't do the Southern shit
Wanted to fuck Nia Long, tried to fuck Lisa Rigby
Might ship to Virginia, king, if you fuck me, the heater spray, yeah
We was living big, did a G a day
Nigga, we believe, just lead the way, yeah

[Chorus: Max B & Wiz Khalifa]
You just like them niggas I dealt with
They never change, they never change
I waited outside for my niggas in the rain
And they never came, they never came
We was raised in a house full of fiends, ooh, baby
I seen better days, better days
I'ma always be me, I'ma always be around
Baby, I never change, I never change (Mm)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Never change 'cause of the fame
My car washed in the rain, my chain too much to even explain
Sleeping on a plane, high score, leaders of the game
Clean it up, we don't leave a open flame (Open flame)
We pull up and they open doors
Pulling out weed they never smoked before
Haters watch how they approach us
This what happens when you turn players into coaches
Long snapping, staying focused
Always was the best rappers, eyes stayed the lowest
Never clout chased, waited on our moment
Niggas might doubt but the situations we made it out of
Make it so respect you gotta give
Sometimes shit ain't always how it appears
So keep your friends near, enemies closer, never move off emotion
Rolling bomb but the shit ain't explosive
I'm talking KK joints and mimosas
My queen, shots 'til we throw up, gang

[Chorus: Max B & Wiz Khalifa]
You just like them niggas I dealt with (Hahaha)
They never change, they never change (Haha, yeah)
I waited outside for my niggas in the rain (Taylor Gang)
And they never came, they never came
We was raised in a house full of fiends, ooh, baby (In the way of themself)
I seen better days, better days (Yeah)
I'ma always be me, I'ma always be around
Baby, I never change, I never change (Okay)

[Verse 3: Max B]
We approaching the landing strip, we was wilding
Blew a few with the pilot, EMG move in silence
Niggas screaming this bag shit broke as hell
A million dollars to go to bail, my niggas got dope to sell
Me and Paul put your bitch in Couture
If you run out of money, baby, I'll get you some more
Wouldn't splurge on the budget, get these millions and make a few
At night I would close my eyes, each time I would think of you
Hush, couldn't tell me nothing, fuck 'til you felt me cumming
Kissing and lick your nipples, bust in your belly button
Team up to get me loose, Bimmer 850 coupes
I loaded up canteen pouches and plenty soups
Penthouse a different fed, you want it? I'll get you there
Bullets'll hit your head, Emilio Estevez
Field nigga, I was done picking cotton
I was smoking my profit, papa spoiled me rotten, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
You just like them niggas I dealt with
They never change, they never change
I waited outside for my niggas in the rain
And they never came, they never came
We was raised in a house full of fiends, ooh, baby
I seen better days, better days
I'ma always be me, I'ma always be around
Baby, I never change, I never change

Max B

Wavy!

In the words of Roc

As far as his melodies… they were second to none as far as I was concerned. In my opinion, he was the street version of what Drake is—the fans can have Drake, but the streets have Max.