Alexander with B.B. Simons

I went out with a sneaky ass bitch

FaceTime, but she declined it

My new bitch got a VVS cuban necklace, yeah, she be shining

I don't care bout no Cartier glasses, **** ain't gon' see me signing

**** ain't gon' see me liking pictures

**** ain't gon' see me comment

**** ain't too good at making music, **** ain't got shit in common

I'm on top of the mountain making money

**** broke, but they still be climbing

What's the reason I never trust a ****?

Never trust they still be grimy

For the record, they still be slimy

I want nobody sittin' behind me

Yeah, I'm still on goddamn timing So I dare me a **** to try me

Pull out the car, I was swervin' the city Atlanta with a girl name Treasure

I feel like I should've been rich off of making this music, but it ain't no pressure

Trying to get rich, making millions forever

Feel like a game, tryna change the level

I'm with a big booty bitch

She gon' cheat on her ****

She heard that I slang it better

Shawty, she ain't never slept with a **** who tall as a fuck

Made her change her preference

Sleep with a ****, can't stay 'til the morning

I'll buy you a Uber, you ain't staying for breakfast

Hoe tried to delete, but I saved the message

I got a couple of women from Atlanta, Georgia

But why they be sending me Texas?

Dirty ah bitches, ain't fucking these hoes

It was way back in school when they last got tested

I got a few hundred dollars, my pockets obese

But I heard yours anorexic

If they made a law that not havin' no money's a crime

Then you **** all be arrested

**** remind me of Draymond off of the Warriors

Why? Cause you **** is green

I got a feeling that these **** off in the head

They gotta be off of the beans

Hold up, hold up, not gon' lie

I got a couple partners really done popped them beans

They really be spazzing out

Pull up, treat him, we the one who be causing the scenes

Just left the ATM, that's too much money

Ain't no way it's gon' fit in my jeans

Shawty be drinkin' that Red Bull as a chaser

Let's see if it really done gave her wings

Shawty that pussy pink just like them bills

My right pocket's full of them fifties

Not no Simmons, but I love them bands

And my main hoe say she from Philly

I really be fuckin' these hoes and leaving them

Bitch, I'm sorry, I got a vibes like Jimmy

I swear my main hoe, she a dime

The rose and your main hoes admit it

Just give me a beat and I'ma slide just like the kid who play at the park

Missionary, we locking eyes

So I ain't gon' never fuck her in the dark

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