Lyrics

She on the block She want respect She want the cash Gold on her neck Louie V purse Gucci to flex Caller Aquafina she be so wet I been chasing money since a lil jit I just need a Hanes shirt for da fit Franchise with the white T Like Jermaine Dupri N lil bow in this bitch Fuck all this shit Imma get rich Imma finess Drop every bitch Streets keep on talking The city they love me The young niggas told me My music the shit Some body bring the hummer back Man I'm Trynna stunt like baby In my bag on the daily Muy loco for the ladies 4 loco for your lady U can't buy the hoe a drink Til i pulled out the dusse I Told er tell me what she think Said she had to use the bathroom Now i gotter on the sink Now i gotter in a mink Bumpin future Easter pink Can't trust nun these bitches They dirty Diana Or just like the 4 that got Mixed in the Fanta Man i got the juice Minute made Tropicana I'm finna go ghost Call me young Danny phantom Anything for the bread Like i work for Panera The game can get ugly Might need some mascara My squad hella deep Make you lean back like terra Dance to the bands While you lookin for errors Bitch
Writer(s): De Neal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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