Letra

Bitches ain't shit Now, when these hoes get horny, niggas die Hoes get horny, niggas die Watch, every time, every funeral you go to It's a bitch that was horny the night before So you need to start checkin' these bitches Bitches, bitches, bitches Raybands, Raybands, Raybands, Raybands What? What? What? What? Get that bag man, get that bag man, get that bag man Uno, I killed it Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night Have my heart, can't have my heart Have my heart, can't have my heart People play like they in love with you just to they tear that shit apart They take L's and I take W's because I'm playing my part She told me she want my nut, I told her I play it smart I got diamonds on my pinky ring, can shine all in the dark I'm gon' take your ho and paint her face, call it work of art Before niggas try to take my drip, I tell you when I make it far They be like, "I take a drug", I be like, "Where do I start?" I got big plan, bad plans, bad mans Diamonds dance, my diamonds dance, diamonds dance I'm a big man, big, I'm in the bag, man Talkin' 'bout forty thou' on my wrist, I am Ben 10 Forty thou', hit the bitch, get her transplant She wanna nod off, sorry mister, I got other plans Ain't no lights on, diamonds hit, come from the Motherland She wanna nod off, sorry bitch, go to another man (she said) Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night I get in that bag and make 'em mad Get in that bag and make 'em mad Baby girl say that she wanna spend the night, I had to leave her sad Walk around here, look like a thotty-body 'cause she ain't have a dad Walk around here, won't fuck with me and my partner, I'm not into that All that hate on the internet Get that game, we gettin' the bag They screamin' my name, you listen to that They takin' your chain, you listen to that (tonight-night) I give on the gang, it's getting her wet I give up the fame, they give me some racks I get up in range, I get up and aim Then forget they came like Men In Black (tonight-night) I get the safe where the millions at I pull up and air it out, then pullin' back Hit your ho from the back and her hair, pull it back Know I make up for whatever you lack She wanna kick it, I told her, "Relax" I got up and, listen, I'm coming right back She ask, "Do you love me?" It's not even that I need the bitch to get up the racks I need a bitch who got money to match These tricking ass hoes ain't got nothing to hatch Leave her on seen, she was fast These hoes get dangerous, watch your sack And she lyin', put the hell in the cat I double my cup, what the hell is in that? Turn a opp into a pack, turn his bitch into a snack Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night Baby, you wa-a-a-a-nt someone-one Let's have some fu-u-u-un tonight-night
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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