Lyrics

I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it Pussy they be fronting shit Gotta smoke a blunt again Wax from Colorado might just have to put some butter in Fucking on another bitch Next day I be dumping it Money on my mind no time for a relationship Heart so fucking cold no there ain't no fucking breaking it Thought I was your man well shit you were mistaken bitch I be bout my bans all I think about is making it Pop a couple xans while i'm sipping on this purple shit I be bout my cheddar Any kind of weather Pull up in a bens in a fucking gucci sweater Got a hundred hoes always down for the get up She just want a ring bitch I call that shit a set up Fuck with abc's cause the Ds her favorite letter I be smoking trees only way I feel better Fuck with Taratino best believe you gone get wet up I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it She loving me but she hate all my habits She play with balls so I call her John madden I don't know bout love so I guess I need practice Don't think you can run bring you back with my magic Sweep you off your feet now you call me Aladdin It shows in your face now I know you ecstatic These niggas be talking they know they not at it Know they not at it, we know they not at it Want any issues just send me the addy I swear this shit gone get tragic We gone shoot till the neighbors hear this shit from Dallas Trust me this bitch automatic Awe sorry lil baby can't do you no favors Play with yo pussy just like it's a sega I'm loving your figure but I really hate you Like why in the fuck did I save you Sit back and watch while I blow like grenades And he got a round with his name, since the bro wanna be brave He gotta sleep in a grave, and they gone hate but we already up Put too much lean all in my cup, and they try to tell me gone give it up, but guess what Now bitch we already up
Writer(s): Samuel Mozley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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