Lyrics

Pardon me like Dolly lil hoe I'm the greatest All the finest hoes got young Soufside on they playlist I thought I was in love once then thought the fuck was I thinkin I got more chains then the Django, never spent a day slavin S R T speedin Big bag I need it Ice cold wrist sinkin New come up meanin Big boss talk meetings Big bankroll eatin Today I'm flexin excuse my manners I ain't mean it And ya know I B that nigga tryna make it to the A list I don't neva see my hitta I just hit em wit a message Told em to send a message hit em wit the techs quick Wont cuff em but hoes basic I want a lil baby that cater to me I'm talkin cooked meals When I'm done In the kitchen She clean Reward her wit some paid bills Toes done hair did Fill her up wit my kids Hold me down if I did a bid Not testifyin to shit She help a nigga get acquitted Word from the birds is lil mama you don't sweat me I know thats a lie cuz you be stalkin all my gram pics And I know that ya wish I would get back in ya stomach How I ain't seen you in some months but you still ridin my dick I know I turned you on I was what really made ya clock tick But I don't have time for these hoes, there ain't no watch on my wrist To me you ain't mean shit I'm amused by ya lies I treated ya mouth like a slide A kid friendly amusement ride I said fall in line lil niggas for I line ya like a razor It ain't really news we out here pressin niggas for the paper What we do stays where we did it Keep the secrets in the chamber And you know I drop a hundred on you niggas Wilt Chamberlain It's about the money Nigga say less Shop with me and like the shoe store you'll pay less Bitch if ya name ain't money swear to God I won't chase shit My old hoes wanna see me down bad they some sadists I can't wait for my time to pop up on the Forbes list And I ain't worried bout no dimes cause they dont bring no profit Pardon me like Dolly lil hoe I'm the greatest All the finest hoes got young Soufside on they playlist I thought I was in love once then thought the fuck was I thinkin I got more chains then the Django, never spent a day slavin S R T speedin Big bag I need it Ice cold wrist sinkin New come up meanin Big boss talk meetings Big bankroll eatin Today I'm flexin excuse my manners I ain't mean it
Writer(s): Marquise Broadus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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