Texty

If it's 'bout money, I'm fluent I just been worried 'bout my kids, uh, I just been cooling No, I ain't ever tryna make amends, that's what they want from me She wanna tie together loose ends, girl, get the fuck from me (me) If I didn't do it, then you did Codeine crazy, Top kid Hendrix, huh My shooter'll give you maintenance That hatin' shit'll fix it Can't remember what her name is Couldn't even remember I was famous Gettin' money in the foreign, Top kid important Top kid in the Forbes, Top kid on Forbes list We gettin' money, of course Mr. Clean the block like chores, bitch How in the fuck did you leave, baby? That ain't doin' nothing for us Top kid sing the chorus, baby Only in tree, florists I'm getting money on me, boy I feel like NBA, now I'm scorin', huh In a DeLorean, she wanna fuck in a foreign I'm still smokin' on dope Don't run off when I'm supposed to That be the shit that I'm on Come here, nigga, I'll coach you Coach, we gotta getcha goin', uh Babygirl, do I know you? He be cappin' on pro tools You don't love me, I'm so loose Get off the lean, no Grey Goose Niggas be hating, it's cool, nigga, it's cool Bitches be hating, it's cool, bitch, it's cool Bitches be hating, it's true, yeah, it's true Bitches be hating, it's true, yeah, it's true Yeah, it's true
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Makenzie Romulus, Christopher Yorke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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