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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jahn Don
Jahn Don
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jean Bien Aime
Jean Bien Aime
Songwriter

Lyrics

Talk my shit Niggaz claim they your friends, but acting like they don't (act like they don't) I don't give a fuck about you, lil' bitch Listen, if I could make my food by myself Why you think I need you? To doing what you like I had to never need you (doing what you like) You see, my life you see the blueprint I follow (the blueprint i follow) You see, the money is the blueprint I holler (blueprint I holler) Yeah, focus on my crafts (focus, focus) Focus on my rap, focusing on my stacks Lil' mama acting like she bad and perfect (hmm) And to her friends, I guess I gotta show it Listen, I break her down, I show her how I'm working (break the bitch down) I'm a boss and didn't you know that? (Didn't you know that?) In the fact, you already knew it when you go back To the time you met me, I was big timing and living I was big grinding and fitting I had big racks in my pockets, bitch (big racks in my pockets) Two hundred thousand dollar lifestyle (two hundred thousand dollar lifestyle) Just for my closet, nigga, that shit is pack wild (fill it up with ice) So much money in my life, I got money in the right Bitches calling end the night, yeah (bitches coming through the night) Got a neighbor that come over just to suck me (got a neighbor that come over just to suck me) Got a neighbor that come over just to fuck me (got a neighbor that come over just to fuck me) Got a neighbor that walk my dog just to say hi to me Got a neighbor that love my dog just to say she proud of me (she proud of me) Never let a bitch in your game room She'll take advantage, take your soul out that same room Yeah, I don't play about my cash- Yeah, aye, I don't play about my stash- I don't trust no bitch, I don't trust you neither (I don't trust no bitch) That bitch will slime you anytime, she's a greed'er (slime, slime, slime) Yeah, uh, I bought a new chain last week (new chain last week) 20 thousands on cruise trips, and another shit In the streets, tryna fuck all the bitch Yeaj, they was ready for me they was proud to see me Yeah, my first day back from the flight I had lil' bitch come over suck me all through the night No cap, a lil' white bitch that is, suck me on the balcony Like I was Logan that is (rich nigga shit) Uh, yeah, now she stuck on it Everyday, every night, she tryna fuck on it It's a long shit Man, too much being humble (fuck being humble) Man, pulling on her bundle (pulling on her bundle) Stop playing, never matching to my racks (stop playing) Stop playing independent, that's a cap (that's a cap) Bitches claim they got they own 'til they need you Bitches claim they on they own 'til they need ya Pull up in a foreign, yeah, that big body (pull up skrr rarri rarri) She leaving in a Uber, yeah, that lil' body (Uber Yaris, Yaris) Coming at me like you got a Pocket full of dough like me (no, you don't) You ain't getting to the money to the dough like me (you not) Stop talking like you the money Man, this hoe lame, girl, stop playing (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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