Lyrics

You get that paper too, you let that money pile like me Put it on the right way, you getting fly like me (Yes) You a drop a couple thousand just to smile like me (Yuh) You got that Louis on too, you tryn style like me And the Birthdays was the worst days (Yes) That was like 40 bai yows on your birthday (Blow it) Still give you butterflies like we was on our first date Really came from nothing we used to have it the worst way You know what come with the game, if it's a problem we fix it I wish I could keep them broke niggas out of ya mentions (Brokey) You remember I ain't have it, now I got it we getting it You got a nigga wit them blocks that never got him a sentence (Did it right) Fly you out the country, you know what we did last year I like memories that last when that cash ain't here (A hunitt) You block my number, I block yours, we be geeking for real Know damn well we can't go without speaking for real (Haaah) Yes No waist, pretty titties, what that ass 'bout (Curves) Tonight I'm tryn get drunk till we pass out (Yes) Passports stamped up, we the ones they watch Hermès, Chanel swag, she the one they not Birthdays was the worst days I'm blowing 60 thaiyow on ya birthday (Easy) I give you butterflies like we was on our first date I'll come in last just to see you come in 1st place For real I know you ain't come to play on ya birthday Give you the profits from a play on ya birthday I'm tryn turn this bitch up on ya birthday And if we pass out do it again in the worst way I'm spilling lean on me That's what this life about, I'mma fun it till I'm done it You heard me Yes (Haaaahhhn) (Oooh, won't you take this pain from me) (Fun it till we done it, you heard me)
Writer(s): Dorian Tate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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