Tekst Utworu
Money just an object
3Ms in my second project
Jeweler rinsed me, this shit cost more than your car rent
Take off your bonnet, I'm tryna feel you close to me
You say, "Please don't stop yet," Is this how it's supposed to be?
I can fuck you all day, say you going home at 3
Take you out the projects, baby, you got more to see
Yeah, I started slow, but motion is still motion
It ain't 'bout the music no more, it's only what you show them
Don't care if you a fan, you a bot with no emotion
And cut that ego out, you know damn well you on some hoe shit
I'm used to this
Let me do this shit my way, there ain't no rules to this
Split some profit, I can teach you how to move the brick
Bitches 'bout status, they wanna fuck me, they like, "Ooh, he lit"
Baybo, how you move?
Bad bitch got her head stuck out the coupe
She might get a bag for that, ooh
This shit get sticky, she like, "Ooh"
I'm tryna get that blue cheese like Bdubs
Pockets eating real good, chicken pizza
She pretty, fuck her from the front, I got her feet up
Call another thottie over, thank you God for my eaters
Flared Rick Denim, chain hang cross my beater
Written by: Baybo
