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Yeah Been a dime so why wouldn't you apply pressure Boy what's the deal Last time I checked you ain't money so why would I chase you Bffr Say that you got all this drip and you super slime But I don't even see no spill Turning me up knowing that you don't wanna get started Bffr Bffr Bffr Say that your him but ain't tryna come out of your pockets You ain't got no bills I'll get me a trick If you ain't gonna do what I want I bet you he will Gave bitches chances to get their shit all together my spot couldn't be filled Look at me now I'm so sublime and I bet ya They can lie on they dick but they can't lie on they're wallet If I say I want a bag don't slow nigga cop it Lowkey as a G but bitch I'm still the hot topic Yeahh Yves Saint Laurent Ice spice I'm a baddie I get what I want Crush up a bitch I'll put her in a blunt Just Pour me a double I flip shit and do my own stunts You know it's easy peasy Why would I follow a trend when I started it Keep my shit clean and squeaky all on my body he tryna get into that Didn't you know I keep it on lock no parole Mad that I'm lit it's outta my control Got an entourage on me everywhere I go Bloody bitch and I got like 7 different flows Been a dime so why wouldn't you apply pressure Boy what's the deal Last time I checked you ain't money so why would I chase you Bffr Say that you got all this drip and you super slime But I don't even see no spill Turning me up knowing that you don't wanna get started Bffr Bffr Bffr Say that your him but ain't tryna come out of your pockets You ain't got no bills I'll get me a trick If you ain't gonna do what I want I bet you he will Gave bitches chances to get their shit all together my spot couldn't be filled Just cause you got me some shit don't mean that you're getting access You need to be for real Nah I can't put inside of my pic And I don't give a fuck if you bought the meal Sending emoji's your competitions on the line and he's copping a Richard Mille I ain't a material girl But I ain't the one that's gonna stay down and hustle with you Just telling the truth Never settle rather be lonely Sit on the top and I shine like a trophy Gunna toast to the good life koffee Knew I was the shit from the first time you approached me Been a dime so why wouldn't you apply pressure Boy what's the deal Last time I checked you ain't money so why would I chase you Bffr Say that you got all this drip and you super slime But I don't even see no spill Turning me up knowing that you don't wanna get started Bffr Bffr Bffr Say that your him but ain't tryna come out of your pockets You ain't got no bills I'll get me a trick If you ain't gonna do what I want I bet you he will Gave bitches chances to get their shit all together my spot couldn't be filled
Writer(s): Jemimah Kanyion, Semih Kurt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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