Lyrics

What? No, I don't know him That boy not my bro What? Fuck all the faking I'm back in this Everything opp like I'm attacking, bitch Money what thots like Please don't play with that boy, he is not nice Never broke in this bitch repping chop life Plus I'm coming up, to be honest niggas they ain't done enough Money talking, bitch, I'm 'bout to sum it up Money maker, money u i gama lam Vele hamba nam I gave bands to these bitches for movies And ended up buying these bitches some grills Like bitches ain't real And niggas get trapped in they feelings With demons Don't know how to deal Calling out any dummy fuck Who supposed this was chance or some dummy luck In positions, I'd say get your numbers up Before you ask for help from blood to run it up Niggas runner ups I'm the goat All of the faking pretend I let go He want the fah He want the smoke No I don't know him, that boy not my bro That boy a hoe That bitch a opp I even fucked on that bitch She a hoe Say she a what? Me I'm the goat All of the faking pretend, I let go Say she a what? Me I'm the goat All of the faking pretend, I let go He want the fah He want the smoke No I don't know him, that boy not my bro That boy a hoe That bitch a opp I even fucked on that bitch She a hoe Say she a what? Me I'm the goat All of the faking pretend, I let go On my kid got my money, no funny bucks If I get with them racks then it's double up Studio jaded, I'm pouring a double cup On the regular bitch 'til I'm babalas I'm getting plenty Got lit off the lean or the henny I'm booling buzzing of the remy Bitch I'm in a movie and dolo osomo I see all these niggas plotting tryna get me I see all these motives, hope you keep the focus phony Niggas plottin', they could get the semi I see all your wodies, call a nigga brodie, homie Are we beefing or this shit pretending? She breaking her back and all for a bag Swear if he next up he the next one Oh, my bad but something like that Bitches is extra, better stand back I don't like chat I'm all about business I'm counting my spinach I smoke that gas triple threat, drink fiddic And bounce like hoes when the drinks get finished I'm really done with dealing with bitches and many thots And know that if you dealing with me it come with a cost Sloppidy slop on my top Lil' bitch The bitches is bad And they slob on my knob, lil' bitch I'm the goat All of the faking pretend I let go He want the fah He want the smoke No I don't know him, that boy not my bro That boy a hoe That bitch a opp I even fucked on that bitch She a hoe Say she a what? Me I'm the goat All of the faking pretend, I let go Say she a what? Me I'm the goat All of the faking pretend, I let go He want the fah He want the smoke No I don't know him, that boy not my bro That boy a hoe That bitch a opp I even fucked on that bitch She a hoe Say she a what? Me I'm the goat All of the faking pretend, I let go Say she a what? Me I'm the goat
Writer(s): Junaid Baker, Kelsey Minaar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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