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Twizo he cookin' up I'm blockin niggas I'm droppin niggas I'm blockin niggas I'm droppin' niggas Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at Last time I fell in love, I got my heart broke I tried I told myself on God don't do that shit no more I cried They was sleepin' on me, now they wide awoke I feel like Stevie countin' money with my eyes closed Bitches don't be poppin' out for real, where's Waldo Bitches don't be havin' opps for real, quit lyin', hoe You can't hit and run, baby, I need Geico Whats that in your lungs probably runtz and some gelato Mindin' my business got me here, that's all it took Ain't no food up in the kitchen, but he in there finna cook I was really in the trenches, trappin' verses, trappin' hooks If your nigga into trickin', then, on God, he bet not look Fuck that shit, bitch I been poppin' since day one And yeah I might be toxic, but with me you gon' have fun Can't chase a nigga bitch that's on my daddy and my mom Can't chase a nigga bitch I'm chasin' cranberry with rum I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas He ain't tryna spend no money, so he got his ass blocked I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas He ain't tryna spend no money, so I kicked him out the spot I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas What you doin' poppin' shit, droppin' niggas like it's hot I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas He ain't tryna spend no money, so he got his ass blocked Next Caller Next Caller Like what the fuck you thought this was not over here You don't spend no money Ayy pull up to the show I got the baddies out Might pull up see me at your baby daddy house That nigga spending over here like what you mad about We playin' tennis over here we got them racks out I still be blockin' niggas, dodgin' niggas, whole time I be tired of niggas One, two, three, four, shit, bitch it's a thousand niggas He tryna fall in love, I call him Nick Cannon You wildin', nigga Damn where your wallet nigga Damn we just vibin' nigga He tryna shoot the club up like damn why you so violent nigga Don't post me on your page, you know I'm player and I'm private baby I'm pretty and I'm paid, so you know I'm havin' options, baby Droppin' niggas I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas Can't chase a nigga, bitch, I'm chasin' cranberry with rum I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas Yeah I might be toxic but with me you gone have fun I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas He ain't tryna spend no money so he got his ass blocked I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas He ain't tryna spend no money so he got his ass blocked
Writer(s): Briana Fields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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