Letra

Sit down and drink some champagne with me and let me rap I'm balling with my friends Staring at the money in a trance Lil' baby, can I be your mans? I might have to buy her OnlyFans Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends I feel like nothing but a middleman I'm done, baby, I can't be your friend You might give the pussy to my mans Huh? Ugh, you toxic Ah-ha-ha-ha, you toxic You wanna stay? Don't stay late Do you not like your house? Hate your place? Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom Spent half a mil' on Grandma house and then I zoomed Got way more money than my peers, you would assume In competition with myself, I cannot lose What we gon' eat? I don't do Nobu, baby, that's him, not me We fuck, wakе up, you go, we go too London, we up, the top floor, еating soul food I don't wanna eat nothing else It's new, I wanna see your room It's new, I wanna fix your rules It's new, bitch, I'ma, hah, ooh I'm balling with my friends, hee-hee Staring at the money in a trance, hee-hee Lil' baby, can I be your mans? Hee-hee I might have to buy her OnlyFans, hee-hee Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends I feel like nothing but a middleman I'm done, baby, I can't be your friend You might give the pussy to my mans I love to spend it, she copping levitators I took her out to eat, I took her out to Denny's She always call me plenty, drunky-drunky off the Remy (uh-huh) Sometimes no callback and Donnie tooked off on the Henny I'm touching down in your city just to get it litty (uh-huh) Better check the bar, when we in the strip, we throwing 50 (go, yeah) Do not be the Ghost, you can't get too close (nah) Shawty be doing the most, one hand better ride that roll Xannies got me going down, put me in my mode I just ate lil' baby up, shawty taste like cocoa Ten feet, down deep, then I'm hearing gone (cocoa) Got the beater out the cheeks, you couldn't keep her home Niggas pull up to the function, whip, I leave it on (pull up) I leave it on, I told you that I pack a punch I'm balling with my friends Staring at the money in a trance Lil' baby, can I be your mans? I might have to buy her OnlyFans Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends I feel like nothing but a middleman I'm done, baby, I can't be your friend You might give the pussy to my mans Two freaks in the club but they attitude trashy She don't fuck with broke boys, so the opps down bad Baby Keem in the cut, she know that's a hefty tag, huh I just put the whole 702 on my bag You ain't coming with us, please don't you ask I might throw a hundred ones, please don't be mad Tit-for-tat, going back and forth is not my passion Took a trip to Paris to post another caption It's too much liquor, I get it, huh Steakhouse, taking out, 800-dollar dinners, huh Baby, go ahead and grab that t-t-t-t-t-t-t Bruises on your knees, while I'm drinking tea She getting teed, I hate when you tease Don't try to hide your ass, we'll tag a picture on your back, huh If that pussy good, there's a chance I'll get attached
Writer(s): Jahaan Sweet, Hykeem Carter, Caleb Toliver, Scott Bridgewater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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