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Huh, what's up? Just paid my phone bill No fucks, red, blue, pop both pills I'm up, still shop at Goodwill Shut up, I'll sign my own deal I see London, I see France Your girl in her underpants She said I'm a better man At a nice place, getting tan Type out money, come in bands Don't think you understand Fingers shining, diamond hands Get my bag up every chance Woah, hot tub on the patio Triple X like tic-tac-toe Got some money but I think I need more She caked up, got gâteau Wear perfume, no cologne Sip Tito's, no Patron She my little bit' and I'm her bone Don't let me get in my zone Hey, fuck cancer Million dollar baby bitch, I'm the answer I bought a crib with a fence and a horse and a cow And a pig and a big red barn, I'm a rancher Just bought a camper, had to pimp the ride And my sun sign Cancer, it's okay to cry I'm a date romancer, we gettin' french fries Yeah, I got good manners, I'm a nice guy Now what's up? Just paid my phone bill No fucks, red, blue, pop both pills I'm up, still shop at Goodwill Shut up, just signed my own deal I see London, I see France Your girl in her underpants She said I'm a better man At a nice place, getting tan Type out money, come in bands Don't think you understand Fingers shining, diamond hands Get my bag up every chance Woah, hot tub on the patio Triple X like tic-tac-toe Got some money but I think I need more She caked up, got gâteau Wear perfume, no cologne Sip Tito's, no Patron She my little bit' and I'm her bone Don't let me get in my zone I can get bagged up whenever I want to Flunked outta college, only reason 'cause I had to Fuck that alarm, I'ma wake up when I want to Don't wait in lines, yeah, even if I need to Chores do themself, yeah, I really don't want to Bills paid first for the month 'cause I had to I can do whatever I want when I want to And there ain't a thing that I can't do that I have to (Close that door) Yeah I see London, I see France Your girl in her underpants She said I'm a better man At a nice place, getting tan Type out money, come in bands Don't think you understand Fingers shining, diamond hands Get my bag up every chance Woah, hot tub on the patio Triple X like tic-tac-toe Got some money but I think I need more She caked up, got gâteau Wear perfume, no cologne Sip Tito's, no Patron She my little bit' and I'm her bone Don't let me get in my zone
Writer(s): Julian Ching, Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell, Landyn Greenstien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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