Lyrics

Only th ing I love is money Commas make me horny  Ghost my last nigga He won't doing enough for me (bye) Shoutout to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts Airplane mode I don't wanna talk if money ain't being mentioned Thinking she could fuck with me this bitch done lost her senses (lost her mind) If that nigga top fya I'm granting him three wishes Pulled a him on him now he swear he can't stand bitches Pulled a him on him now he swear he can't stand hoes My nigga pull up hellcat, trackhawk, Range Rove I'm looking good as hell the fuck I look like staying inside for Spilling tea Sheneneh Bitch I spend a 10 on wardrobe (ten) I get what I want and send these niggas off like mail (get outta there) You can be his piece cause I'm the type to give him hell (hell) He thought he had me put up (ha ha ha) Crazy as hell More motion than a lot of niggas that's slanging vacuum seal (ok) Y'all might think it's drip I just be getting fresh as hell (for real) Young, raw, turnt bitch I ain't taking no chill pill All my ops is dead cause bitches can't be for real If that nigga fuck up I'm gettin back in the field (back up in the field) Yeah Yeah Play dumb I put belts to ass my nigga putting dracs to drums Ima blow some bread for real I want every crumb Pressing p on bitches always make my day fun Post a pic on Insta to my DMs niggas run (nah for real) You might think he Za to me this nigga ain't worth nun Who want smoke with B They gon need another lung Screaming fuck ya life like I'm from N.Y Bing bong (dummy)
Writer(s): Blake Batchman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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