Lyrics

Yeah Bitch Find another nigga to play with $10K in ones, a day shift (frrt) Back-to-back-to-back, I'm racing (back to back, okay, Treeze) Pussy good, but nothin' to lay with (Nothing, bitch, yeah, welcome to the-, welcome to the mob, bitch, nigga, you know that) Served a million times, I still don't trust him, he might cross me You ain't slick as me, showed his hand and that's gon' cost him I get $40K a show, I used to serve to all Milwaukee I heard fans taking pictures 'cause it's bosses link with bosses (I heard fans taking pictures) Yeah, got it on me the sloppy way Exotic bags, what you tryna pay? (Yeah) I can't lie, I got time today Fendi coat with the Prada shades (Fendi coat) I'ma keep shippin', tote the stick, Doc Holliday (Doc Holliday) I told her, "Hit the door and handle business, stop tryna stay" (stop tryna stay) Clearing out my roster, 'bout to play eliminate (yeah) I don't know who more toxic, is it me or my lemonade? Pull up to her job, get throat on her lunch break Money got me spoiled, hoes do what I say I'm from 7 Mile, niggas die, they touch me Make like 30 thou' every time they touch the eight Niggas go through great heights just to show they hate Blues with me all the time, I'm Beyoncé Find another nigga to play with Real hitters owe me favors Snitch nigga, no relations Pissy bitches like probation Made your bed, gotta lay there I'm 'bout to start a daycare My bad side, ain't safe there All my niggas don't play fair Seven-figure nigga, you don't know nothin' Pokin' out my pocket, but I still don't give a ho nothin' What you know about serving 'til the sun come? Way before high school, they trusted me for coke runs Label talkin' two M's, at first, they tried to lowball me I just take the shit that I wear once to the Salvation Army Boy, I'm in the brothers only world tour, the Navy army Bake a nigga like a hot and ready butter parmesan Made it out the jungle, I can't lie, a couple scars on me If they knew what I had on me right now, it'd be five stars on me Nigga made at me for no reason, I feel sorry for him On my granny, I ain't gotta hit the stash or borrow nothin' Find another nigga to play with He a zero, Jayson Tatum Street nigga, fuck on A-listers Wavy like the fucking Caymans
Writer(s): Marcellus Register, Karon Vantrees, Kurtel Bridgeforth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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