Letra

She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex Way more money than her ex And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl He ain't nothing like me, girl He complain about spending I hand you the card, tell you spend it Master P, no limit I let you do you, girl He don't put no gas in your car, nah We hit the lot and buy cars, girl He fuck you every blue moon I hit it 'til the sun come up That's why I fuck with you girl You ain't looking for no come up Your nigga ain't about his money He got zeros, I got commas He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles We pulling up on Forgiato's All of my niggas got money That nigga can't pull out a hundred I ain't gon' start shit and a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back I know you got a nigga, don't lie, fuck your boyfriend, not tonight I'mma make you mine, all night, damn I'm on your ass can't hide it Cause all my girls that's in this bitch don't want a broke nigga, no All they wanna do smoke and drink and they know what I'm thinking She choosing (choosing) to fuck with a fly nigga Your bitch about to change up, I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga More money, most money Marlon Wayans, tell them niggas ain't shit funny Tight money, shit too private for your plane money You coach money, I toast crumbs, loaf running Rich nigga, Alpo, Rich Porter I'm CEO, plus I fucked his granddaughter I do shit you think about on the toilet My cup over-running, flowing like Fiji water And my new bitch sorta like an alcoholic Bitch my new car, call that bitch "whatchamacallit" T-Raw (yeah) got pussy calling OHB L-K, only balling I came with the tooth filler In case a nigga wanna score a round with me, nigga True shit, trill nigga Put down my hard hat, drill bitches, fuck with me
Writer(s): Sian Evans, Darren Beale, Mark Hugh Morrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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