Lyrics

Stay on your grind my nigga we gonna meet somewhere someday I don't pull up to these fashion shows cause my life's like a fashion week all day Spend this bread on jewels spend it hoes man spend it all day Pull up with the finest rolls yeah I got cash yeah I'm gone pay Sick of this shit I fuck with the mob and I got ties Bought my bitch a birkin if she want ten I'm gone buy Looking up at the sky, i don't really fuck with guys You don't know me disguise Control the streets like Iran yeah man ready war If I like that bitch take that bitch on tour I don't even care if she's yours When it rains it pours Bitch i got the sauce Are u crazy and shit Are u stupid or mad Young nigga moving slo mo Live life yolo Any where this man want go Your bitch want follow Got a bitch from Paris another one from togo Are you crazy and shit Are u stupid or mad Young nigga moving slo mo Got fan like yogo Anywhere this man want go Your bitch want follow Got a bitch from Paris, another one from togo To be honest I ain't gone lie I got different bitches in different countries Young nigga way so fly way so fly ain't no bungee You wanna hang out with gotta be rich gotta get money Or you gone end up dead end up sick no recovery Wake up and then I grind life is good the sky is sunny Niggas said they gone ride till they die niggas bluffy I don't even fuck with guys I eat them up like Kentucky Wanna fuck with my guys spin that guy Dj cuppy Baby hop in my ride you looking good you look so lovely Hop on my dick and ride you look like food you look so yummy I'm not gone waste your time if you don't look and you just touch me She said I look so fly I'm feeling good I'm feeling funky
Writer(s): Adeniran Osikoya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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