Lyrics

Shawty live life lavish (live lavish) She ain't fuckin' with no average (she ain't fuckin' with no no) I'm in love with the top, I done ran through the guap When I walk in, bake it (bake it) Top disappear just like magic On the go, gotta have it Fuck your hoe like a savage Fuck your hoe like a savage All this ice, all these carats (ooh) That's your hoe, why she worryin'? Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me- (brr) Now I gotta have it Fuck the cash, turn to a savage New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion Fuck, I might take the bands straight to the casket Pull up and send me the addy Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor Sit down in the 8 try the candy Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody No-no-no I'm average Fuck your hoe like a savage All this ice, all these carats (ooh) That's your hoe, why she worryin'? Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me- (brr) What it is, tell me what do you feel When I get in your face, ain't no talkin' Five missed calls ring, no alarm Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin' Hop in the bed and fuck til' the mornin' Give you some head, you running and moaning Whole lotta' money, you want it, I'm on it Tribulations, murder right at the corner I tend for to throw you so much that you can't handle Or count at the bottom at random Police gave me a case you might handle I'ma look like a daughter, I stand up Headed to where you be at I'ma fall and jump in, and not yet I approach and I get in your head Bringing up shit that somebody done said All this ice, all these carats (ooh) That's your hoe, why she worryin'? Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh Look down at my phone, it's 3am, and all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me- (brr)
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Magnus Hoiberg, Michael Eric Porras Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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