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Out my face, she got her own thing She gangsta serving bass Got another couple thousand for her shape Independent what the fuck I'm 'pose to say Matsuhisa 'fore a nigga start the day Smoking grabba 'fore she hit the runway New designer bag, she loves the Chanel Wasn't there for her birthday, sent her Birkin through the mail Only time will tell, only time will tell All my records sell, and they not on sale I need me a mill, need a hundred mille All without a deal, all without a deal These called marquise Do the dance like marquis we don't do no small fees Now she wanna get nasty all because I'm an artiste Bitch better not at me finna pop like acne, yeah Out my face, she got her own thing She gangsta serving bass Got another couple thousand for her shape Independent what the fuck I'm 'pose to say Matsuhisa 'fore a nigga start the day Smoking grabba 'fore she hit the runway New designer bag, she loves the Chanel Wasn't there for her birthday, sent her Birkin through the mail Only time will tell, only time will tell All my records sell, and they not on sale I need me a mill, need a hundred Mille All without a deal, all without a deal I done copped a crib, all without a deal Diamonds chandelier, all without a deal Spent a bag at LIV, that's just how I live Did it by myself, even Papa wasn't here Out my face, she got her own thing She gangsta serving bass Got another couple thousand for her shape
Writer(s): Fred Scruggs, Darold Ferguson, Frank Parra, Tyrone George Taylor, Louise Freese, Aston Matthews, Kirk Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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