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Ayy, man, the, the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fuckin' Lentra the God? How come all this conversation? Me, me, me, me How come all your ladies, they want me, me, me, me? One to the three-three-seven, I'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite Bouncin' both ways, back to the bed That's greed, greed, greed, greed (baby) Lil' water whip, G-Class, push start (whip, whip) Nerdy bitch, brain A+, felt smart (ooh) Hear you talkin' shit, that's what I call pish posh (shh) Tired of money and I'm ballin' like Chris Bosh (ayy) Kinda whipped lately (true) I might take a vacay (shh) Turn up in Tokyo off the Sake (mhm) If you pull up with a sword, we gon' parley (skrrt) Barley beard, yeah, you better stand clear Watched Marley & Me and I did not shed a tear I'm a tough guy, you wimp Girl called me and she tired of the shrimp Check the limp, I ain't talkin' 'bout my dick Yeah, my knees hurt so much, I walk like a pimp It's so sim (skrrt, skrrt)-ple Girlie thought I fold up like a book but I'm a Kindle, haha How come all this conversation? Me, me, me, me How come all your ladies, they want me, me, me, me? One to the three-three-seven, I'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite Bouncin' both ways, back to the bed That's greed, greed, greed, greed (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) C to the V, why these rappers tryna copy? Got the team makin' plays, yeah, I'm heavy on the O to the K Only do it for a little bit of pain Need them blues like I'm JAY-Z, and baby got a raise, yeah I'm five an hour, ten an hour, now 50 and I'm out Lotta badass whips then I freaked her like a scout Made a hit gold record, yeah, I know you had your doubts Those dick ridin' labels got all these last counts, yeah Talkin' M's because I got 'em Fufu, Gucci slides, I bought 'em Turn that around, get top to bottom Damn, is that my bitch? Yup, it is, she got money in the bank 'cause of me Now I'm 20K last year, oh, it's free I'ma blow diamonds, every dude has got some bling You (uh) So, how come all this conversation? Me, me, me, me How come all your ladies, they want me, me, me, me? One to the three-three-seven, I'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite Bouncin' both ways, back to the bed That's greed, greed, greed, greed Me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me-me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me-me, me, me (bbno$)
Writer(s): Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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