Lyrics

(Uh, uh, huh) Yeah, if I ever told you that I love you, it's true (I love you) Gotta stay solid when you with the troops I'm sipping codeine and I'm swerving the coupe I'm not suicidal, but my doors is, fool, huh This ho want a sponsor Told that lil' thot bitch "I'm not endorsing you", yeah I just want baguette, baguette I'm in they dreams just like Freddy Whole body covered in ice, I'm a yeti My boy gon' stay on my side with his tool She tryna ride, I told her to just keep it steady She said that she ready, let's do it I'm with gang, yeah, we having confetti We throwin' up bread in allure I just dripped out my whole damn gang I put some whole new ice in my chain I fucked her head up, now she insane Put an SVI stamp on my ring I sip drank, I don't sip Cîroc I money dance, bitch, I don't pop-lock I put all black on all my cars I put all black clothes on my broads I'm way too high going way past Mars Blonde-haired rockstar, yeah, Miley Cyrus I got a bitch out here, excited I caught the blue hundred racks like a virus I count new money every day I put some blue tint all on my chain These niggas broke, that shit so sorry Can't let a lame hang, that's my gang (Uh, yeah, huh) Yeah, if I ever told you that I love you, it's true Gotta stay solid when you with the troops I'm sipping codeine and I'm swerving the coupe I'm not suicidal, but my doors is, fool, huh This ho want a sponsor Told that lil' thot bitch "I'm not endorsing you", yeah I just want baguette, baguette I'm in they dreams just like Freddy Whole body covered in ice, I'm a yeti My boy gon' stay on my side with his tool I'm 'bout to pour up and go to the moon I like the cash, I just do what I do I like to hop on a plane, fly all the way cross the globe I touch down in Europe I don't like the bullshit that these Fuck niggas out here be tryna pull I don't link with a fine bitch when her mouth too much That shit not cool I'm having racks, I could pay that fine Bitch, huh, but I'm not gon' do it 'Cause I'm the top floor boss, and anything I say go That's just what we doin' And I'm so exhausted 'Cause countin' up money is all we doing These niggas keep on talking But I just think it's funny 'cause they ain't doing shit These niggas keep on disturbing my peace I think that's ludicrous Keep a micro stick tucked in a Balenci' bag Bitch, I move with it I gotta keep my tool with me, yeah It gotta move with me Shawty just pull out your phone and open your camera We shooting a movie (Yeah, huh, uh, yeah) Yeah, if I ever told you that I love you, it's true Gotta stay solid when you with the troops I'm sipping codeine and I'm swerving the coupe I'm not suicidal, but my doors is, fool, huh This ho want a sponsor Told that lil' thot bitch "I'm not endorsing you", yeah I just want baguette, baguette I'm in they dreams just like Freddy Whole body covered in ice, I'm a yeti My boy gon' stay on my side with his tool She tryna ride, I told her to just keep it steady She said that she ready, let's do it I'm with gang, yeah, we having confetti We throwin' up bread in allure (Lone,lonely ha, lone)
Writer(s): Cade Phillip Blodgett, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Kerr Corey Emmanuel Ben Job Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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