Lyrics
It's not too late to get it back lil bitch, I'm tryna go up to the ceiling
I'm moving mad like Miles lil bitch, but don't need a Gwen for my feelings
I ain't no preacher I don't do no teaching, tell me the truth that you seeking
It's too late if you wanna go back, I'm out here fighting these demons
I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off the molly he be geekin
Good or bad no in between, bitch you don't know what I seen
They telling me they don't know me no more, I said bitch you never knew me
Ain't tryna tell em it's new me, that shit do not matter to me
Used to block me now she blew me, move to Japan bitch I flew me
I do not fuck with the moody, ain't got time for all the gloomy
Used to be chasing but now I chase cheddar, I don't have time to go get her
They wanna call me a money getter, pull that shit out pussy wetter
Begging for money and love you a beggar, you know that she is a setter
Don't wanna talk I be writing a letter you know everyday I get better
Move like James Harden I travel to Europe, stepping on all of them nerds
Cut through traffic bitch I swerve, swimming through mixture I stirred
I cannot die unheard, but now my vision is blurred
Blurred by the lights and the smoke, that pussy smell like a turd
Feel like I'm crossing the hurdles, I don't feel cold I don't cuddle
Making that bitch go through Wordle, got a fresh cut internal
Words cannot hurt me thats verbal, there ain't a thing that's eternal
Planning to shrink all my circles, money that shit universal
Whoa
Whoa, feel like I'm walking on snow
Getting the dollars and euros, I'm getting better you know
Gaining a zero and zero, I don't put trust into people
I do not need me a hero, cus I put her in the rear row
It's not too late to get it back lil bitch, I'm tryna go up to the ceiling
I'm moving mad like Miles lil bitch, but don't need a Gwen for my feelings
I ain't no preacher I don't do no teaching, tell me the truth that you seeking
It's too late if you wanna go back, I'm out here fighting these demons
I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off the molly he be geekin
Good or bad no in between, bitch you don't know what I seen
Writer(s): Xev Xev
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